Are you sick of self serve check out being crammed down your throat?

Its all the same to me. long lines with actual cashiers or long lines with automated checkout and the off chance on odd hours a nice cashier exists or there isn't any technical difficulties with an automated system. Either-way, people get up set and leave because random cashier (real or automated) said mean things, beeped at them wrong, did not work properly or the wait was too long. Likewise the consideration of the people standing in line either with a cashier or with a automated cashier - get off the phone, get your kids to shut up, or simply pay attention and do not haggle the in person cashier. To other points brought up, While the nature of theft and liability has changed it still occurs people not scanning things, stuffing things on themselves, or flat walking out with merchandise. it happens. Lame music over the speakers versus someone always speaking is annoying regardless.

 

I LOVE self checkout at any store and self check-in and pick your own F-ing room at the Hotels with phone key entry.
I don't want the first floor by the main hall and elevators just cause someone thinks I can't roll my suitcase too far.
Been dealing with "people" all my life and don't have to anymore.

 

I avoid the self checkouts where possible as I do believe that technology eliminates workers. A minimum wage of $15 / hour is common in Canada.

 

[QUOTE="Briz, post: 3231254, member: 26943"I ca go either way.”
Damn Steve, you never told me that. Sorry buddy, you set yourself up for it.

 

Finally I reached the end of this thread. There were a couple guys that said it definitely mattered what the cashier looked like. I so totally agree! I worked at a Pantry Pride grocery store back in 1974. I made $1.82 an hour! I was the bag boy, and my girlfriend was the cashier. Let me tell you about my girlfriend. I used to describe her as 5 foot two, eyes of blue, and big ass tits. Sorry about that. It was the good ole days where you punched the cash register for every number you needed for the price. You also put the customers lettuce, tomatoes , or whatever produced they had on to the scale to see what the price should be. As I said, my girlfriend had big ass tits. 44 triple D, to be exact. Yes, they were awesome, but I digress.
I said she was short. She would tippytoe to put the customers produce on the scale that weighed the produce. Her big tits were always on the scale. Customers would look at me, especially male customers, and they would just smile. So did I. I’ll bet they thought about my girlfriend every time they sliced into a tomato or a big head of lettuce. OK, I’m finished.

 

So, John, you bagged groceries, but tell us about the cashier...

 

I will tell you about the cashier. I sure wish I didn’t get her dad mad at me. You can flat out look her up on Google. Her name is Carol Ann Sears. She was really smart. She went to college right out of high school. Took me a while to get to college. She became a damn good physical therapist. She made big bucks. She owns her own business now and she is still working. She did get her big tits cut off around 1982. They gave her severe backaches. Go figure. When she was on top of me they would hang down like bowling ball pins. Sorry, I just had to tell the truth. They were big at the bottom and skinny at the top where they were hooked up. I am laughing my ass off and remembering some very good times till her father caught us. Bye Carol!!!!!!!

 

I think I would call our first date going to the beach. As I’ve said, she had the biggest tits I ever saw in my life. So we get to the beach and she takes this gown thing off, and the top of her two piece bikini, or something, I had never seen before. It looked like coconut husk’s split in half to hold them bad babies in. Once she asked me what color her eyes were. I had no idea.

 

Sorry to hijack this thread. Whatever. One night we were coming home from the movies and she had her top off. I had to turn right onto a different street and I couldn’t because her tits were in the steering wheel. 1972 Buick skylark 350 custom! That car has a lot of stories!

 

So you bagged groceries and the casher

 

I'm at the end of this thread also, and I'm really laughing my ass off right now from Waterboy's last four posts, those are really good. Larry.

 

I hate waiting in lines especially during rush hours when they never have enough cashiers. If rather check and bag my own stuff and be otd in seconds.

 

I prefer to go thru self-checkout. I don't like other people handling my food after they've been touching their hair or their face. I see cashiers do it all the time.

 

I prefer live checkers with big tits like waterboys girl.

 

Blue...see your previous reply

 

Ever since Luddites roamed the British countryside two centuries ago destroying farm machinery, people have said that technology would make us all unemployed and poor. In reality technology has given the average American a lifestyle the richest man in the world one hundred years ago could not imagine in his wildest dreams. People no longer build roads with shovels, nor we spend dozens of man-hours making a pair of shoes. Now a machine makes them in seconds.

Where would we be if we had stopped this technological progress in the name of protecting jobs? There are many people now who want to give everyone a regular check in anticipation of this technological unemployment that has failed to materialize for two hundred years. I can't think of a better way to destroy a person than to take away his self-reliance.

 

I have worked with such people. Generally they take their work very seriously and tend to be the hardest workers. I am all for encouraging companies to hire physically and mentally handicapped people.

At a place where I worked some time ago, there was a man with mental development problems who delivered the mail and did other simple jobs. And he did all of these well.

He could have stayed home, collecting a disability pension, but instead he came to work every day at 7AM on his bike, worked hard all day, interacted with dozens of people who genuinely cared about him... And made an honest living for himself without being a burden on anyone. A win-win from any point of view.

 

John, that's just not right. My first love was also a check out girl. We always joked the we belonged to the IBTC (Itty Bitty Titty Committee)

 

Huge tits are always a bonus.

9 times out of 10 I find it faster though to do the self checkout. There is only one store I frequent where 75% of the time the register acts like a drama queen and gets a stupid no reason error that requires a clerk to reset, and I still get out of there faster than waiting for a cashier.

 

I have more stories Fred. They are all Buick related. Especially the backseat. Buick’s have the best backseats! High class and very soft!

 

I think my mom’s Buick was the only car I ever owned that the backseat got worn out. Oh, those were the days