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[robby]

I just needed change, but I had entered Hell.

It was supposed to be a quick in and out. I had a dozen eggs, and two registers were open. A few people in each line, but soon I realized that the asian woman wearing bad skin and one of those bluetooth telephone headsets was returning multiple little boxes of allergy medicine, soon requiring manager approval and receipt signatures.

The second line was my salvation, but the crazy cashier was swiping a customer's impossibly small keyring card, over and over, to no avail. Then the muzak started playing on the store's PA system. It was that shit band from the 70's...America...and their shit hit "Horse With No Name...."

In the desert, you can remember your name, 'cause their ain't no one for to give you no pain...........la, la, la la la la la, la la la.....

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[hughknox.livejournal.com]

ouch!

[robby.livejournal.com]

I'm beginning to like those self serve checkout lines that I see around. They're great for impatient people like me. I like to keep it simple, buy my shit, pay cash, and get the fuck out.

[69-tears.livejournal.com]

But godforbid you get something that doesn't scan -- it's a major production calling the manager over (and of course she's always super slow).

[robby.livejournal.com]

Sometimes you can key in the numbers under the code if the code won't scan. At one grocery store I go to there is a particular cashier who hates her job, and going through her line is an ordeal. She seems to want to act out her unhappiness when the customer only wants to buy groceries.

[hughknox.livejournal.com]

its the idea of self-check that bites me. not only do you have to pay outrageous prices, but the greedy motherfuckers want you to check yourself out, too.
there is an elderly woman clerk at the express line where i buy groceries who is easily flustered and i have yet to go through the line without her screwing up a key in, and she always just thinks "fukkit" and tosses it in the cart. one day someone left a basket of enormous strawberries on her counter and when i went through she said "here you can have these" and tossed them in.

[robby.livejournal.com]

The crazy one is nice, and she's easily flustered, but she doesn't comp me nuttin'.

[69-tears.livejournal.com]

Sometimes those codes are incorrect, especially if it's a new product. It's probably a lot better in Cali, but here on the east coast, most supermarkets are just beginning to introduce organic produce, so it will have a sticker on it but it's not in the system yet.

And, yes, cashiers do that all the time here too -- oh, and toll collectors are the worst, especially the women, they are so angry, they hand you the change with such intensity, poking you with their long-clawed fingernails -- eww!

[robby.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I even know how to look for the sticker on fruit and key that in. I asked a guy working on the gas pumps why the pumps were so slow, and he freaked out and told me to ask the management of the gas station. He was real schizoid and touchy, but must have felt bad for being such an asshole, because he came over after a minute, and said that the gas station probably doesn't change their filters enough, and that's why the pumps are slllloooowww.