Self-checkout. It was supposed to be faster, right? That’s what they told us. ‘You’ll be in and out!’ But are we? Are we really? Because half the time, the machine is yelling at me, ‘Unexpected item in the bagging area!’ There’s no item! There’s *never* an unexpected item! It’s the bag itself! The ghost of a forgotten potato chip. And then you need an attendant anyway, so what was the point? I’m doing *their* job, and I’m still waiting for *their* help. It’s a paradox, I tell ya!
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