I work in a sweet shop
It is the sort with rows of jars of sweets on shelves, that I have to weigh out for the customer, the sort everyone seems to remember from their childhood. Hence the comments:
"Gosh, I don't suppose you remember any of these, do you?"
"I'm like a kid in a sweet shop, hahahahahahahahaha."
"Oh, I suppose it's all in grams now, I don't suppose you know what a quarter is, do you?"
"They were bigger when I was a kid"
"Oooh, penny chews! Of course, they used to be four for a penny when I was a girl"
"They don't make those any more, we'd better get some." (to which I usually reply, "no, they stopped making them in 1988, and am almost always believed.)
And of course, the ever hilarious:
"Can we still pay in old money?" (usually said by a fat, balding, middle aged to elderly man who insist on making eye contact about a foot too low.)
The only amusement I have ever gained from these comments is through a list of the most common. With it, I play "Sweet shop bingo:" whenever someone says one, instead of yelling, "That's not funny, you utter, utter imbicile!" in their face, I tick it off. I play this with another worker there: each time we get a full house, the other has to buy them a bag of sweets.
(Pretty strangers and promises, Thu 4 Sep 2008, 19:27, 2 replies)

Ooh, sweeties!
Have a *click*
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Fri 5 Sep 2008, 23:49, closed)

I think
I may have said some of these once in a sweet shop. Sorry for being a nob, I just couldn't help it. I also salivate every time someone rings a bell.
(Hippo_of_Doom, Sat 6 Sep 2008, 15:59, closed)