Whether it's making my own coffee at the deli (I know how I like it), pumping my own gas* or using an ATM instead of a bank teller. If the option for self-service is there, I take it.
But I've been reconsidering the self-checkout at the supermarket lately.
It's not the service itself. I love it. Scan my own items, scan my card, bag my groceries...I'm outta there. Generally a lot faster than having some kid or some semi-retarded handicapped person do it for me.
What I am beginning to hate is the other people who are using self-checkout at the grocery. Mainly the person in front of me and the person behind me.
The person in front of me is either retarded or it is their first time using this service because they just can't seem to grasp the complexities of scan and pay. The computer boggles their mind. They, more often than not, fuck something up and require a "manager" to come over and fix said fuck up. Then they can't figure out how to pay with their debit or credit card. The machine tells them EXACTLY what to do...yet they still act as if they are being asked to perform some kind of complex medical procedure. Slow and steady as they go. Then they take forever to bag their shit at the end of the conveyor and I don't want my stuff getting their cooties so I have to wait until they figure out the bagging procedures. Should only take a minute or so, but they clearly aren't in any rush. They like it at the grocery story, apparently.
I want to punch the person in front of me in the junk!
But then they finish and I am left to my own resources. I do my thing...quickly and I go to bag my purchases. And, once again...more often than not, the person BEHIND me starts scanning stuff and the conveyor starts going and our shit is getting co-mingled. Is that my mayonaisse or is it theirs? Who can tell at this point because the asshole behind me couldn't wait 20 seconds for me to finish my bagging. And I'm not like the retard in FRONT of me. I get the job done quickly, but give me a minute, y'all!
I want to kick the person behind me in the ass!
So I think I'm going back to the retarded teenage checkout kid. He/she may have an extra chromosome, but at least I won't have to deal with the rest of humanity while buying my toilet paper and Doritos.
*I've got to bust on Slyde a little here. Back in the day he would never pump his own gas. We'd be out and about and if he was driving there would be times we would need to stop and get gas. He always would go to the Full Serve pump and wait for the attendent to pump his gas. Even if they charged more. He sheepishly would admit that he just didn't want to do anything wrong and look stupid. Always made me laugh. I believe he has manned up and started pumping his own gas as this was a while ago, but since I never miss an opportunity to take a jab at the guy I figured I would share it with y'all. I'm sure he will be none-too-thrilled with me. Oh well. - Earl
Note: Remember to play the Bug-Eyed Trivia Challenge every day. I fucking hate people, but I love gatherings. Ironic, isn't it? Randall knows what I'm talking about.