Help wanted

 We were all in the maintenance truck, barreling down the highway to our next job. As usual, Crew Leader Carl was driving.

“Oh, wow!” he exclaimed, as we flew past a building. “I haven’t seen one of those for a long time.”

“What?” I asked.

“That fencing company had a Help Wanted sign on their gate,” Carl said. “It’s been years since I’ve seen one of those.”

I frowned. “What kind of a sign?”

“A Help Wanted sign,” Carl said. 

He looked at me in the rearview mirror. I shrugged.

“You have no idea what I’m talking about?” he asked, his eyebrows raised.

“What’s a Help Wanted sign?” I asked.

“They’re … oh, I see.” Carl nodded. “You entered the workforce after the 2008 financial crisis, didn’t you?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“No wonder,” he said. “OK, then. You’re not going to have any idea what I’m talking about.”