I am usually not a violent person, but the self checkout machines at the grocery store make me really want to hurt something. My experience today went something like this:
Checkout machine: Please place the item in the bag.
Me: *places in bag*
Checkout machine: Please place the item in the bag.
Me: It's in the bag!
Checkout machine: Please place the item in the bag.
Me: It's in the fucking bag!
That's way more frustration than a box of Cinnamon Life and some calcium-enriched orange juice is worth.
In better news, I just picked up Breaking Dawn from the library. Finally. Not that I have time for fun reading now anyway. Next up, information ethics!
Checkout machine: Please place the item in the bag.
Me: *places in bag*
Checkout machine: Please place the item in the bag.
Me: It's in the bag!
Checkout machine: Please place the item in the bag.
Me: It's in the fucking bag!
That's way more frustration than a box of Cinnamon Life and some calcium-enriched orange juice is worth.
In better news, I just picked up Breaking Dawn from the library. Finally. Not that I have time for fun reading now anyway. Next up, information ethics!
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