Gladys and the Automatic Checkouts

There are fewer and fewer places in life where we can actually get some human interaction.

Conversation and lively discussion are a thing of the past…working from home has become the norm and gossip around the water cooler or in the kitchen just doesn’t happen.

So now they decide at my local supermarket that we’re going to go ‘Self checkout’.

Well, I’m just not having it.

I don’t care how long I have to wait in the queue for the one ‘real’ till operated by Gladys – I’m waiting.

I need to know that her dog has recovered and her back isn’t giving her any more gyp.

I need that interaction –

I look over at the sad robotic individuals doing self checkout and I feel sorry for their lack of spirit and lack of conversation….but wait …

….hang on a minute…the ‘self checkout’ is actually so useless that they have to call over the supervisor repeatedly ….

…and who is that supervisor ????

…it’s Gladys and she’s had a promotion….

Self checkout for me from now on.

Mike C