2002:April:30
So with the automated supermarket checkout, if you accidently move one of your "items," like to switch it to another bag, the computer screams "See the cashier! See the cashier!"
Then the cashier, who is more or less a lifeguard now, comes over and explains that you are not allowed to move your items. She erases everything and you start over.
Then when your change drops into the little slot, a quarter falls out and rolls behind the machine and the lifeguard has to fill out a form to refund your 25 cents. Being a headstrong jackass, rather than saying "don't worry about it," you make her fill out the form, all the while cracking wise about what a convenience this new technology is.
In the meantime the one remaining express line is backed up to the Dairy section and there are angry ghetto-fabulous rednecks behind you, waiting their turn to stare dumbfounded at the machine when it yells "See the cashier! See the cashier!"
I hope this movement continues to fail from now until I have a robot doing my grocery shopping for me.
Lazy Daisy indeed.
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