Those things, self service check outs, are the bain of my life.
I refute that fact that I'm an idiot, I'm a (mostly) fully functioning adult. I can program in around 10 verious languages, I can design things for FTSE100 sized companys. I've developed solutions inside budgets where if it wasn't for me, directly, the budget would have to be 100 fold.... and blah, blah, blah
TLDR: I'm not an idiot

And I can do the easy things, with these self service check out tills, vegtables? No problem, just put it on the weighing thing, pick the vegtable from the list, blop, put it in the bag. I've even mastered getting these bags open, granted, it wasn't easy, they're closed so tight that your fingers slip, you have to wet your fingers first (risking an IQ Dabilitating STI) . I was well proud the day I worked that one out. I've even worked out that, no matter what you're packing, press the "I don't wish to bag this item", so the "Weighing items" message doesn't come on the screen....
TLDR: Think I've cracked the code on how to work the tills

.....except it does come on, on something that doesn't weigh anything, like marshmillows or a bag of polistryine cups. And no matter how many times you press the pad to try and trick it, it doesn't work. And the queue is getting big, and it's getting angry, and there are kids screaming and it's turning into a scene reminicent of an upturned apple cart during WW2 and all I wanted was a few nuts or something and the pressure is building up and the person working the tills hasn't noticed you staring at him, pleeding with your eyes, he's to busy chatting someone else up, and it's starting to get fustrating now, you're on show and you're failing and.... Oh fuck it, I'll just leave the stuff here and walk out, nobody will notice, but you need to visit the phamacy which is right next to the tills so they'll still be watching at you with evil eyes.... Ok, I'm going to make a run for it, I'm there, I'm almost at the door.... "Excuse me sir, do you know you've left all your stuff". AGHHHHHHHH. "No sir, sorry sir, I'd forget my head if it wasn't attached sir, sorry sorry, won't happen again sir".
TLDR: But I haven't, I get fustrated and run off
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Wed 23 Dec 2009, 13:18, 2 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

some idiot put her child
on my bagging area the other day which sent it beeping so I had to cunt her in the fuck
( TGB checking Off Topic is still shit at, Wed 23 Dec 2009, 13:23, Reply)

what a dickhead
I've never had a single problem with them, and it means I don't have to deal with the fucking morons who work in supermarkets
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Wed 23 Dec 2009, 13:38, Reply)

^ this happens to me with appalling regularity
and yet still I persist with the fucking things. They never save me any time at all. WHY DO I KEEP USING THE SELF CHECKOUTS?

I think it's because I don't want to have to engage with the mongoloids who work there.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 23 Dec 2009, 13:24, Reply)

I visit Asda near my work every weekday morning for milk etc
I won't hear a bad word said about the lovely old ladies that serve me. They're full of fun and always polite and helpful. If fact I may write to head office and tell them just that.
( girlinthehole, Wed 23 Dec 2009, 13:30, Reply)

North Finchley Sainsbury's is staffed entirely by vapid simpletons.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 23 Dec 2009, 13:35, Reply)

North Finchley is full of vapid simpletons

(Bazongaloid, Wed 23 Dec 2009, 13:40, Reply)

It's like Dawn of the fucking Dead out there.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 23 Dec 2009, 13:54, Reply)

Muswell Hill Sainsburys is far worse
and its always full of yummy mummies shouting at Tarquil and Nesbith
( fuck shit up the best you never had, Wed 23 Dec 2009, 14:00, Reply)

I just had to brave my Sainsburys
what a bunch of cunts. Some grumpy old twat and his haggard wife had a trolley in the self service aisle and were whinging about something. I wanted to punch his stupid old cunt face.
(Bazongaloid, Wed 23 Dec 2009, 14:03, Reply)

Are you talking about yourself in the 3rd person again?
I love self service checkouts. Never have a problem with them. We used to price up Krispy kreme's as 3 brussel sprouts at the Tesco near Regent St because they charged silly prices and we were poor and skanky.
( fuck shit up the best you never had, Wed 23 Dec 2009, 14:05, Reply)