|It just looks like something from an evil doctor's office.|
So it locked itself up, and told me I had to have a security code to unlock it. Well, this may surprise you Company, but even though I am a media mogul I don't have the security code to every grocery store computer system in the known world. So I needed the caretaker to...oh...I don't know...take care of my problem. The issue with that was that she was busy with one of the other kind of people.
That's right, on the machine behind mine and to the left (back, and to the left; back, and to the left; back, and to the left; thanks Oliver Stone) there was a lady trying to use the self-checkout who did not know how. And she was, for whatever reason, unable to read the fairly easy step-by-step onscreen directions. Therefore, the lady that I needed to help me so that the machine WOULD ALLOW ME TO PAY FOR MY SHIT couldn't help me because she was busy helping another person who couldn't think. That, as you can imagine, pissed me off a little bit. No, scratch that, it pissed me off a lot. So once the lame brain was all finished, I was able to flag down the store lady, who unlocked the machine. The point is that the machine shouldn't have locked up on me. It is devious and diabolical. It is actually making it more difficult for me to pay for the things that I want. I should have just taken the drinks and blamed the machine.
So it is my contention that the self-checkout offers false usefulness, because it looks like it is going to get you out to the car and on your way home faster, but it just serves to bog you down, anger, and upset you. Therefore, I believe that it is a good candidate for the most diabolical machine ever devised by man. Because it makes it more of a pain in the ass for you to lose money. That is just plain dumb. And so is the machine.