I rang a phoneline the other day to order something...dear Lord. Girl by her own admission had "left her brain at 'ome today" - er yep!
First, she got the date wrong (kept saying, "It's the nineteenf, right, the nineteenf?" - no, was the 18th), then made me hold while she changed it on the other orders she'd taken that day. Then she asked for my address, repeated the first line back wrong, then got halfway through and said, "OK, your phone number?" before she'd asked for the postcode. I gave her the postcode, she repeated it back wrong. I gave her my phone number, she repeated it back right, then asked me for a contact telephone number. When I said I'd just given it to her, she said, "Oh yeah! Sorry, I was typing it in just now, now I'm writing it!"
And shops...yes, why employ a 16-year-old who doesn't give a shit about anything other than who she's shagging later?