Advantages
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.
Labels: Self portrait
Posted by Zhoen on Wednesday, February 10, 2010
11 comments:
Yessss! Love the self-checkouts. Love them.
I carried with me a kind of Luddite veneer upon my initial confrontation with self-checkout, but yes they do have their advantages.
Btw I had a lovely beer in Bristol at the weekend (well, one of many to be honest, but this one stood out) - I don't remember the actual name of it, but it had a distinctive taste which was like grapefruit. Which on (virtual) paper may not sound great, but it was astonishingly good.
trousers,
I've had an expresso beer, and I hate coffee of all sorts. But this was very good, if not entirely to my taste. Likewise, I like chocolate stouts, and they don't really taste of chocolate. Nor do oatmeal stouts taste of oatmeal. So, I'll buy that grapefruit beer would be good, and not grapefruity.
"And not ever being twenty again is the best of all."
When I described my hair as grey, a friend of mine said she wouldn't call my hair grey. She said that it is "radiates and sparkles and shimmers with life." Like yours.
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I use the self-checkout with ease.
I don't buy beer.
well I read that question as: would you buy this woman a beer to drink? To which my answer was yes, of course (if beer was what she wanted, that is).
I have never heard of chocolate stout but like the sound of it. I did, on Trousers' recommendation get some properly alcoholic ginger beer.
I find myself again drawn by the grey. It didn't suit me last time I tried but perhaps I was wearing the wrong spectacles.
I also hate the automated voice at the self-checkout. I talk back to it which embarrasses my grandson, if he's with me. Come to think of it, that's a good enough reason to continue doing it.
:)
I'll stand you a beer, but we'll have to meet in London or maybe Belgium to get a good choice. There is just starting to be a renewal of interest in real ale here but it is not available in many places. Come to think of it, the best beer I ever tasted was draught guiness in Dublin (it doesnt travel well) so we'll have to meet there instead. It is closer to your place anyway...
Yeah, but I'd want some ID for the student discount.
Have just started using the self checkouts here. I take your point about the days when one does not want to do the 'g'day how are you?' thingy with the shop staff. I sometimes want to tell them what a bleedin' awful day I'm having, but bite my tongue.
am
Sparkling is good
Phil,
Fair enough.
RtheS,
Oh, I'm usually up for good beer.
I've also noticed a change in what colors I like on myself, whites and grey-greens for instance.
Crow,
I bark at it too. But muting it works a treat.
Rosie,
I'd love to meet you in Dublin. Beer or no.
Pacian,
And I'm not quite at the senior citizen discount, bugger.
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That's it. When I'm tired and grumpy, it's not fair to snarl at them, and not fair to ask for friendliness from me. The machine doesn't care if I am snide with it.
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