FEAR AND LOATHING AT THE SELF CHECKOUT

Huffington Post - April 2014
by Ellie Slee

It being that I loathe all human contact, the supermarket self checkout always looks like an attractive prospect. I probably hate smiling at the cashier whilst they scan my tampons more than they hate smiling at me. So I think I'll save us both the trouble and do it myself.

Thirty seconds in and I regret it, every time.

It starts with something small; you're trying to buy a packet of basil and the machine is desperately confused. "Basil, she says," thinks the machine. "I can't sense any basil. It certainly doesn't feel like there's any basil on me. For reasons unbeknownst to anyone in their right mind the customer must simply not have placed the basil in the bagging area..."


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