One day early last week, before the appendicitis attacked my princess, she accompanied me to the local Food Warehouse. I love shopping there and getting the giant sizes of everything. Maybe it’s because I’m little?
They have a self checkout there now so you can scan your own items. I don’t usually do that when I’m by myself because when you have a lot of stuff, the belt thingie gets backed up too quickly. That, however, is not an issue when I have Theresa with me.
I scanned things & she made sure the belt was cleared. Then I got to an item that wouldn’t scan easily. The stupid machine starts talking.
“If you are done scanning items, please select Complete.”
Me: “No, I am not done scanning items. Hold your horses!”
So how many of you also talk to machines? Don’t be telling me I’m the only one who does that.
June 22nd, 2009 at 1:53 am Quote
Years ago I used to (lovingly) snicker about my grandmother talking to the Wheel of Fortune contestants. Dang if I didn’t find myself talking to the television recently.
July 3rd, 2009 at 1:23 pm Quote
Not only do I talk to them, I complain loudly to them about them being stuuuuupid.