Some pretext; I’m sitting in the break room at my second job. Girl walks in;
Girl: What time is it?
Me: 6:18
She walks to far end of the room.
Me: You do realize there is a clock on the wall, right?
Girl says nothing, continues to gather belongings (presumably to leave). Finally walks back toward me (she has to walk past me to leave the room) and notices that I am pointing at the clock and she glaciers at it.
Girl: Oh? I can’t read that.
Me: *speechless*