or at least go to the employee Christmas party.I always feel if I have to use the self-checkout lane, I should get the employee discount.
Oh, please don't go there.....Speaking of checkouts... How many times do you stand behind someone while they watch the cashier ring and bag their order and tell them the total. Only then do they start to look for coupons and after they are applied, they dig for their wallet. Did they not know they had to pay?
And then tell the cashier to put half the items back....Speaking of checkouts... How many times do you stand behind someone while they watch the cashier ring and bag their order and tell them the total. Only then do they start to look for coupons and after they are applied, they dig for their wallet. Did they not know they had to pay?
You have TWO manned checkouts??? Lucky....I have noticed that it is quicker to stand in one of the two manned checkouts at Walmart than to go through the self checkout
Well, at least during the Christmas shopping season.You have TWO manned checkouts??? Lucky....![]()
Same here. It pisses me off to no end they exist but the lame brains that seem to be working checkout lately frustrate me enough to do it myselfI use the self checkout unless there is a manned check stand with nobody in line. Between slow cashiers and the dimwits that always seem to be in front of me, it's almost always faster and frustration free.
...meanwhile, at the checkout lane next to you, the lady at the front of the line (my wife) is trying to scrape the chewing gum off an old tarnished penny she finally found in the bottom of her purse so she can make the exact change. She drops it and it rolls several feet away. Her husband (me) is outside, about to return the shopping cart after unloading the groceries into the car, but noticing the irate people waiting in line, decides to enjoy the weather outside for a bit.Since we're talking about checkout and this is the humor thread, I remember back in the late 70s checking out at a Giant chain supermarket in Baltimore. Halfway through ringing up my items and bagging them, the fancy-shmancy new bar code scanner gun ceased to work.
"Darn," said the checkout lady. "Looks like we'll have to add things up the old fashioned way."
So she reached for her purse, fumbled around inside, and pulled out a Hewlett Packard pocket calculator.
Shortly after I moved to the Chicago western suburbs (mid 1994,) I was out at something like 4:00 AM, and stopped at the Jewel grocery store that was less than a couple of miles away to pick up some staples. When I got to the checkout, the cashier started looking all over the items on the belt. "Where are the prices?"Since we're talking about checkout and this is the humor thread, I remember back in the late 70s checking out at a Giant chain supermarket in Baltimore. Halfway through ringing up my items and bagging them, the fancy-shmancy new bar code scanner gun ceased to work.
She picks the penny off of the floor and realizes that it's a dime, not a penny. She sees her husband outside and yells, "Hon? Would you look in the ashtray and see if you can find a penny?". Not wanting to get involved, he pretends that he doesn't hear her....meanwhile, at the checkout lane next to you, the lady at the front of the line (my wife) is trying to scrape the chewing gum off an old tarnished penny she finally found in the bottom of her purse so she can make the exact change. She drops it and it rolls several feet away. Her husband (me) is outside, about to return the shopping cart after unloading the groceries into the car, but noticing the irate people waiting in line, decides to enjoy the weather outside for a bit.