I walked into a LARGE antique store with my son-in-law one day, that he frequents for vinyl. As we're looking around I started commenting on all the different stuff. He's talking to a sales gal (she was short and I couldn't see her behind the stacked orange-crates they display their vinyl in), and as I'm commenting on a Victrola (and setting it up to play), I turn and they're both staring at me. First she says "You seem to know more about the stock here than the owner", followed by "That doesn't play, it has no needles". She says this as I've just retrieved the small manilla envelope of needles from their cubby inside the storage area (there are two envelopes). I blow the dust off the record on the platter, install the needle and start playing the thing, as she's taking off the price on the Victrola (to raise the price, as it's now working), she says: "You must really be into vintage stuff", I'm laughing because I'm not, I tell her I just happened to be alive when a lot of that stuff was still in use (I'm 52). She asked me about a couple of other things (singer sewing machine with a broken belt, and a few Hohner harmonicas that they had priced as vintage, that were actually just a few years old). I didn't really feel old that day, just surprised that antique store employees could be so clueless. All the info I offered is probably just a quick Google search away from the same answers. When I felt old, was when my son-in-law told me they requested I come back, as usually they've been paying people for that kind of advice, and it was nice someone "my age" offered up the info voluntarily. I was suspicious as he was pausing as he was phrasing the sentence, so I asked him how they really asked. He looked at the floor, hesitated, and said: "Could you have that old man come back and look at some more of our stuff for free?" You know, when I was 25, I didn't think of someone twice my age as old, I thought of them as more adult than me. Someone three times my age... maybe yes.