Originally Posted by ekpolk
I'm just not a fan of the self-checkout. A couple weeks ago at the nearby Walmart, I had the audacity to scan a bottle of Sta-bil fuel preservative. Next thing I know, the transaction locks up and it won't let me finish the check out. I have to push a button to summon a supervisor. And wait 5+ minutes for the attendant to finish explaining scanning to someone else, and then feel like slothing over to my register. Then she explains, "people huff that stuff." Really??? So there I am, a retired USMC Colonel, in shape, with the haircut, who happens to hold a doctorate degree, being required to justify my decision to purchase Sta-bil, to a clerk who comes off like she dropped out of the 7-th grade! Like she decides whether I'm going to go "huff" Sta-bil or not!!! I know she didn't even know what the Sta-bil was since I had to explain it to her!!! In retrospect, calmed down, I'm glad I exhibited the temperance NOT to counter-quiz her on her obvious food addiction. . .
Now, for sure, this is only partly connected to the self-checkout, but it is relevant since the system left me standing there until the over-tasked attendant could get around to "approving" my purchase. Why, thank you, young lady. . . Any time saved was squandered, and then some.
Can you tell I'm still irritated???
I try to avoid Walmart, but went in one recently to get some allergy tablets. The few checkouts that had cashiers were backed up. So as much as the self-checkouts irritate me, (If I'm doing the cashiers job, I feel the store should give me a discount equivalent to what it would cost them to have a cashier perform the transaction) I only had ONE item.
Of course as soon as I scanned it, it locked up and summoned the attendant. Eventuuuuaaaally she came over and said I needed to be 18 to purchase the item. I asked her, how old do you
think I am? Now I'm not
that old, and people seem to think I look younger than I am. But nobody with any common sense is going to confuse me for an 18 year old. She asks me what year was I born, so I tell her, and she can't do the math in her head (good thing she handles money transactions for a living) So I told her my age, and she finally put in the approval code...
I was reminded why I avoid Walmart.