Self-checkout, the technology designed to save humanity from the drudgery of human interaction, has become a masterclass in the futility of our existence.
We're forced to scan our items, insert our payment methods, and stare blankly at screens as we wait for the machine to decide if we've been sufficiently inconvenient.
It's as if we've traded one set of problems for another: the problem of human interaction for the problem of algorithmic indecision.
We're not just stuck in a never-ending loop of frustration; we're trapped in a societal commentary on our own existential dread.
So go ahead, try to checkout. Try to escape. But you'll only end up back here, in this endless cycle of self-checkout hell.
More Self-Checkout Hell or The Influence of Self-Checkout on Society for more thoughts on the subject.