I can't be dealing with them. There's one bigger massive new aisle all of a sudden across the windows for selfserve go there get card punch buttons, and an other line up on the side (the old one) with tills where you queue for a real person: there's me and a few grey haired old ladies. We prefer the humans, we smile, admire our purchases before bagging them and paying cash for them and carrying them home. We say no thankyou when they ask if you've a clubcard or want cashback. Then we say have a nice day, goodbye, thanks very much...
I'm all thumbs when it comes to little tiny puter screens and pin numbers.
As for the dyslexic guy, we'd had a street cleaner on our road who'd done his job wonderfully for 20 years. Then we didn't see him for a few months. He's now back on the job having had a hip replacement.
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Linda
no wonder there's 20 million out of work checkout girls now going into hair technician school or taking up plumbing or signing on the dole... Plus 50 million people getting paid overtime to fix computers.
I was recently walked from the supermarket queue by a big security type guard guy, who it turned out was hired as a computer whiz to take me to the selfserve checkout. I had a bag of pasta and some expensive proscuitto. Computer said no (I had cash, like £3.20?). I threw a hissy fit and said get me a real person? Big guy couldn't fix the computer and he had to escort me back to the really nice woman at the till.
thanks, but no thanks.
