Another trip to the supermarket yesterday and this time I had the boy with me. I was in a bit of a hurry to get back for teatime so I went to one of those self service tills. That'll save some time I thought, there's no queue there!
I now understand why!
They are the most frustrating thing known to man.
Anything alcoholic, sharp or medical has to be verified by a member of staff so they can see you're over 21 (you can buy all these things at 18 so why it's 21, and in some shops I notice 25, I don't know?)
Anything loose that needing to be weighed has to be found on the screen.
And anything on special offer just blows it's mind!
Twice I had to "wait for assistance" because it didn't scan my butter properly and then didn't understand the price of my chicken!
Then to cap it all I put my handbag down to get my purse out to pay, with nowhere specific to rest it I placed it on the conveyor belt, this set the motion off and it sailed down towards my shopping which was bunched up and squashed at the end with no one to pack it. Of course my handbag wasn't scanned and the electronic voice went completely berserk
"Unexpected item in bagging area. Please remove. Please remove."
I thought for one terrible moment I was in an episode of Doctor Who and she was going to turn into a Dalek and exterminate me!
With my handbag retrieved she started shouting at me again,
"Please scan your loyalty card"
"Yeah alright love, let me get it out first"
I was talking back to her!
They say the first sign of madness is talking to yourself.
It's not even talking to the machine.
The first sign of madness is even contemplating using one...