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I confess to using the self checkout stand at Walmart quite a bit, especially in the summer, but that's only because I usually have that asshole dog Jack with me and I don't want to leave him in the truck any longer than I absolutely have to no matter how early it is.
Even if I see a line with only a couple people in it, I can guarantee that somebody in front of me is going to have a problem with their card or whatever, and I'm going to be standing there for what seems like forever while they try to get the machine to read their card chip, then they'll swipe it 3-4 times to no avail, the clerk will try to manually enter their number, and just about the time my groaning starts to become audible, the clerk will finally escort them over to customer service to let them deal with it.
Then the next customer will be a 90 year old woman who's total comes to $37.43 and instead of paying with a card or just handing the clerk 38 bucks or a pair of twenties, she hands the clerk 37 dollars in paper money and insists on spending 10 minutes rummaging through that fucking suitcase she calls a purse looking for 43 cents in coin.
