WTH?

So......I took my teenage son to the mall for new shoes the other day and realized how very old I'm getting by the minute.  The first young lady who finally lifted her eyes up from the riveting reading material she was attending to instead of the customers offered her assistance reluctantly.  Once she brought out the requested items I noticed she was wearing baggy sweat pants, a t-shirt and flip flops with socks.  Now, I'll tell you right now I'm one of those long standing "you never know who you'll run into if you leave the house looking like a slob" people, so, to say that I was taken aback, is an understatement.  We asked her to hold a pair of shoes and we took off for other options.  At the next store (we'll call it a well-known teen brand store) a tiny waif of a girl wearing booty shorts and an eyelet tube top asked if we needed any help?  I really wanted to reply, "No, but your Mother should sit you down and have a good talk with you," but of course due to the fact that my teenage son barely wanted to be seen with me, kept that comment under wraps.  The only time I'm needed (or wanted for that matter) is when I'm coughing up the dough for clothes, shoes, and other assorted items needed by said teenager.  To say I was shocked by the "work attire" of the day was an understatement.  Yep, it's official, I'm old.