Would you give this woman beer?
I've found the killer ap. The big advantage of letting my hair go grey.
Went through the self-check-out at the grocery store. Usually, if I have beer, I avoid this because the one cashier for the 4 to 8 stations has to be alerted to any anomalies like checking ID, which can be a considerable wait if they are dealing with glitches elsewhere. But I gave it a shot today, my hair all aflutter. All I got was a cursory glance, and the cashier hit the button to ok the age check.
I do like the automated check out. I don't have to summon the energy to exchange any kind of pleasantry with an overworked checker. I don't have to stop a bagger putting heavy cans on top of the eggs. I don't get the dirty looks reserved for the annoyance of bringing my own, floppy, bags. Especially with D and I together, we are fast and efficient, and I know how to mute the apprehensive recorded instructions that prompt far too quickly, and in far too contemptuous a tone.
Some days, I'm just not up to human interaction in the midst of a large grocery store. And it's terrible karma to be less than polite to anyone in a public service job. Snarling at a computer is completely neutral.
So, life is good. And not ever being twenty again is the best of all.
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