Should get a discount or something
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This is what I tell my boyfriend anytime there's a line at the cash register but not self-check out
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fun fact: you can get a discount at a self-checkout! grocery stores hate this one trick!
Uhh yeah there's a camera there now, and literally my local grocery store of choice, Food Lion, fucking shows you your ass on its display screen. Which is basically saying "Fucking do it mother fucker, we dare you, we double dog dare you."
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I've never been able to do that. It seems like it always gets me on weight. Any tips?
Grab two items, scan only one barcode. That's all I can say. /s
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And I always prefer machines over humans
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Just accidentally drop and break a gallon of milk on the self checkout machine. Then a human who isn't paid enough to live will take its place.
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I suppose you might also leave trash at your seat in a movie theater or restaurant. After all, cleaning up is someone else's job and you don't even work there. Plus, you can pat yourself on the back for contributing to that person's job security with your added burden like some of the people here.
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Am I afraid to face down a cashier? No.
Is it REALLY that bad? No.
Can I make awkward small talk with a stranger? Yes.
Do I want to make awkward small talk with a stranger? No.
Am I relieved that I’m not forced to interact with a stranger and can continue to have to my own inner thoughts and not have to spend time rehearsing in my head what to say if they ask me how I am because I feel weirdly compelled to answer it honestly instead of simply saying “fine” like most do? Absolutely.
Do you actually talk do the cashier? I usually just say „hello”, „thank you”, and „goodbye”, that’s it.
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[…] Me: "I don't work here"
This gives me big "ok boomer" vibes. Instead of this, imo, snarky response, could you not simply politely say that you prefer a human cashier?
Remember the human.
I AM the human cashier when I do self-checkout. People don't care WHO or what does it, they themselves just don't want to.
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Curbside seems great until some kid making poverty wages is picking out your produce and grabs whatever. Cant find red onions? Eh, red potatoes are close enough. Wanted bananas that would last a week? Heres a bunch that are almost to black for even banana bread.
It is a godsend for those with mobility issues though. A friend uses it because of that and its been a big help for her. (Though she does like to complain about the produce choices)In my supermarket you can go through stuff they picked for you and reject anything you don’t like.
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I have witnessed far to many people with full carts que into the self check out, and than they get frustrated when every other thing they scan throws a flag.
Bitch, SCO is for 10 items or less!
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tucking specialist
Is this a type of drag queen? I agree you probably wouldn't need one to pump gas.
Tucking the nozzle into my carussy
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Self check out is faster especially since I can scan the items when I’m picking them off the shelves. The faster I can be outside and spend less time in those kind of commercial spaces the better. And no I don’t have agoraphobia. I just fucking hate the vibes of most stores.
But we love it when you visit... (Camera cranes in for an unrequited hug.)
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The self checkout person always thinks I'm cute and gives me good deals
wrote last edited by [email protected]Hate to break this to you, but you are on the QTEE list and everyone is looking at your picture while they get coffee in the morning in the break room.
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Genx here
Ok boomer
Some of us prefer non-human interaction
Just do like me and replay a Homestarrunner cartoon while waiting in line. Then reference it like the 18 year old at check out knows what the crap you are talking about.
'I'm sorry, Mergetrude, can you halp an old master gather his particles....?'
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But where are the mirrors?
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I have witnessed far to many people with full carts que into the self check out, and than they get frustrated when every other thing they scan throws a flag.
Bitch, SCO is for 10 items or less!
wrote last edited by [email protected]Here in NZ, the self checkout is the preferred option for any amount of shopping. It's so much quicker and you don't have to engage in pointless small talk. I just got home from doing some grocery shopping and they had about 10 self checkouts and maybe 2 or 3 human ones that nobody was using.
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I suppose you might also leave trash at your seat in a movie theater or restaurant. After all, cleaning up is someone else's job and you don't even work there. Plus, you can pat yourself on the back for contributing to that person's job security with your added burden like some of the people here.
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Here in NZ, the self checkout is the preferred option for any amount of shopping. It's so much quicker and you don't have to engage in pointless small talk. I just got home from doing some grocery shopping and they had about 10 self checkouts and maybe 2 or 3 human ones that nobody was using.
With a cashier, I can start packing while they scan, which is way faster
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Here in NZ, the self checkout is the preferred option for any amount of shopping. It's so much quicker and you don't have to engage in pointless small talk. I just got home from doing some grocery shopping and they had about 10 self checkouts and maybe 2 or 3 human ones that nobody was using.
I don't enter a store without coming out with beer, an item that needs to be age verified by a cashier. I always have to stand around waiting for one of them to leave the cash register and come over and clear it.
Pisses me off.
Give me my god damned beer so nobody gets hurt.
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You say it's not a thing anywhere else, but you also say it's easy to feel that way anywhere. Those two statements aren't congruent
Yes the first one came out wrong. The "this" which I claim is not as much of a thing outside Germany is the insane pressure to pack your bag extremely quickly, not the feeling of anxiety.
