Published by admin on Wed, 05/06/2026 - 9:57am
The nice woman behind the counter was named Amanda.
She was helping my mom and me transfer data from my mom’s old phone to her new one, part of a big box retailer service we’ve come to use a lot in the past several years.
Amanda could not have been more than 20 years old.
“I bet you help a lot of old folks,” I said to her.
“Yes,” she said, adding quickly, “but most of them really know more than they think they do.”