The Inevitable Inconvenience of Self-Checkout
Or prophets of doom, as I like to call them.
For those who have not yet experienced the soul-crushing despair of navigating a poorly designed self-checkout lane, let me paint a pictureประก: a sea of uncertainty, a maelstrom of confusion, and a never-ending cycle of frustration.
1. You approach the self-checkout, a behemoth of a machine that seems to mock you with its very existence. 2. You insert your items, only to be met with an error message that defies comprehension: "Scan another item, sir?" 3. You scan another item, but the machine decides to ask you to scan the first one again, just for kicks. 4. You stand frozen, trapped in a never-ending loop of "please scan another item" and "error, error, error." 5. Your children begin to cry, your blood pressure spikes, and you question the very fabric of reality itself.
And then, there's the inevitable confrontation with the store manager, who, with a patronizing smile, explains that it's "just a glitch" and "we're still working on it."
You leave the store, defeated, with a deep sense of unease and a lingering feeling that you've just been put through a social experiment in sadism.
So, dear reader, if you value your sanity, steer clear of the self-checkout. Trust us, it's not worth it.