I love self check out. Its one of my favorite inventions of the past 20 years, well, next to wireless internet and Easy Mac. Its perfect for buying those things you hate to buy with some much needed anonimity...in theory at least.
Why is it that when I'm buying Head and Sholders Shampoo, femine products, clinical strength deodorant and two jars of cheese dip, there's always some attractive guy behind me buying steak, dog food and import beer? In my fantasy world the guy would be browsing the latest Britney disaster in the current issue of Us Weekly, but we all know you watch the person in front of you check out...and that guys could care less about celeb gossip. Couldn't he at least be buying some Rogaine or "tiny guy" condoms or wart remover? Something? Anything? That, or could they please designate male and female check out lines, so at least the shopper behind me is buying 32 cans of cat food and a case of Ensure.
Its a shame such a great technological advancement makes me want to make a women's rights regression.
Fortunately, I have a man that loves me despite my snow caps, my perspiration, and my unexplainable love for cheese. But from now on, you will only see me in the self check out line after 11pm. Better safe than blushing.
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