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11 July 2007 @ 09:31 pm
 
I love the self-checkout at the grocery store.

~It's easy to use.
~There are two ways to ring up produce - you can look up an item alphabetically or enter the four-digit numerical code, should the item be sporting one of those little stickers. Or you can find that you're starting to remember that bananas are 4011 and vine-ripe tomatoes are... erm. Not that I do.
~I get to pack my own groceries (I've found I'm rather particular about this)
~They've fixed it so it's not a hassle to use your own bags.
~The store has someone stationed nearby in case there is some sort of mishap.
~If you're paying with a debit card and want to get extra cash, you can do so.

Actually, you can do this last at any of the registers in the grocery store, but I mention it in relation to self-checkout because of my experience this afternoon. I'd stopped in to pick up a few things for dinner (which, in case anyone is wondering, was v. yummy). I was down to a few dollars in my wallet, so I decided to get thirty dollars back (I'm trusting you all not to mug me on my way to my car tomorrow morning). The machine whirred and fussed and printed my receipt and spat the bills into the slot... only when I retrieved my three not remotely crisp ten-dollar bills, I found they were not alone. Just beneath them were two singles.

Two bucks. Not a big deal, right? Just scoop it all up and slip it into the wallet and away we go...

... only I couldn't. I don't know if it makes me the world's biggest goody-two-shoes or just someone who doesn't take what isn't theirs or a simply Ms. Thick Thick Thickety Thick-face from Thick-town, Thickania,* but I caught the eye of the girl working the self-checkout area. "I don't know if anyone is going to come back for this," I said, "but it was left at that register."

Maybe I am a bit of a Pollyanna. But I do believe in signalling before making a turn and in chocolate cheesecake and that you should remember your childhood fairy tales**. So be it.






*cookie to anyone who gets that reference
**and that one
 
 
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anonshadow on July 12th, 2007 03:22 am (UTC)
That's not being a Pollyanna. It's just doing the right thing.
Ea Quae Legiteaquaelegit on July 12th, 2007 03:47 am (UTC)
The first * is the Doctor!
Kel: Ten *grin!*ladyjoust on July 12th, 2007 03:55 am (UTC)
*hands over cookie!*

I'd bake them for you for real but my oven is dead. *moment of silence*

Ea Quae Legiteaquaelegit on July 12th, 2007 04:09 am (UTC)
*solemn face*
Andrewquueer on July 12th, 2007 04:25 pm (UTC)
So my super unclear and apparently not at all helpful instructions on oven repair were unclear and not at all helpful then?
Kel: Batgirl leapladyjoust on July 13th, 2007 12:10 pm (UTC)
Your instructions were both clear and helpful! Thing is, I'm sort of inept.

In any event, we've been talking about getting a new oven since we moved in two years ago (ours is pretty old; one of the four burners hasn't worked, EVER. We thought we'd take any money that went into attempting repair and putting it in the new stove fund instead.

Andrewquueer on July 13th, 2007 01:40 pm (UTC)
and what of those who were really hoping for a video montage of "kelly attempts to fix her oven" ???

HMMM?
Entropyi_am_entropy on July 12th, 2007 11:16 am (UTC)
If it makes you feel better, I would have turned them in to the cashier too.

I don't know what the ** is, so I'm not even going to guess. :)
Green Monkgrmonk on July 12th, 2007 03:20 pm (UTC)
We fear the self-checkout 8_(
Andrewquueer on July 12th, 2007 04:24 pm (UTC)
I've done things like that, and more. This asshole teacher at school was basically telling me off after school once about how being a feminist was a waste of time and I was going right back at him. the next morning as I got to school I saw his wallet fall out of his pants as he shut the door to his car. I picked it up and brought it to his room.

He then tried to accuse me of stealing it, and claimed he had more money in it than it did when I returned it.

But, you know, it was still the right thing to do.

(months later I got to help get him fired from teaching. He was a sexist, homophobig pig who was completely inappropriate with his female students and accused me of sending him pornographic pictures of myself.)