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.
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.
Not only do I talk to them, I complain loudly to them about them being stuuuuupid.