Yesterday, eating dinner with great-aunt and other relatives:
Monica: So what were your summer jobs? Were you ever a bookstore clerk or a barista?
Bob: We didn't have baristas in my day.
Monica: But... but then where did you get your coffee?
Bob: I had to make it!
Monica: ohhhh.
Later,
Monica: But wait a minute! Coffeeshops existed in the Soviet Union age! How else did the young intellectuals get together and discuss communism--
Bob: Well, in Paris, sure.
Monica: ohhhh.