It never ceases to amaze me that people at the grocery store seem to regard the self-check line as some sort of alien artifact, even after six years. They either avoid it at all costs, preferring to wait in a line that looks like something you'd see in front of the newest rollercoaster at Six Flags Over Some Shitty Midwest City That I Don't Want To Be In Let Alone Ride Poorly-Engineered Deathtraps In, or try to decipher the hidden meanings in the intricate hieroglyphics depicting a hand moving some vaguely food-like atem across a laser grid much like the one on the self-check station. Riveting stuff that.
Living in the future would be rad if other people admitted they can't cope with all the convenience and got out of the way.
Living in the future would be rad if other people admitted they can't cope with all the convenience and got out of the way.
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When I went out last weekend, the lot we parked in had a new person-less electronic pay kiosk. There was a line about 40 people long, all standing around scratching their heads, clustering around the person in the front of the line and trying to be helpful. It was like the monkeys and the monolith; I wish I could have been there to see them evolve, but we'd used the kiosk right next to our car in the back of the lot with no problems.