(Before I start, the 'W' is due to a discovery I stumbled onto. The letter Omega in the Greek alphabet evolved into the letter W over time. Didn't even know that until a couple of days ago...)
My bootlaces have had it. I didn't have a choice but to run down to Walton's Mart and get a new set. Got it, a couple 2L bottles of the store-brand zero calorie cola, and walked up to the self-checkout.
I don't know how they're labeled, so I'll just throw in some hastily-done ASCII art to show what the setup was.
+---+---+ Closest to Exits
| X | Z |
+---+---+
| O | X |
+---+---+ Closest to Aisles
Z was the one I was waiting for. O was the other one, and the X's were the ones that were turned off.
No Miracles Today, Kid
There was one older couple ahead of me scanning their items, and a younger couple behind me at the self-checkout that was turned off. As much as I'd like to think the school systems may just be having an off year, I highly doubt it. Once can hope.
SC1 (the guy): Ey, maybe we should scan it anyway. The screen could just be turned off.
(SC2 (the girl) scans one of the items. No response.)
(SC1 tries the item himself and no response.)
SC1: I think it's broken.
Thankfully, the moment I scanned my last item, they stood behind me and loaded their stuff onto the belt while I paid for my stuff.
Aw, Let Her Get Run Over. She'll Learn.
As soon as I get back to the car, my girlfriend points out a father and elementary-school age daughter walking towards the store, and the truck that just finished pulling out of its spot. She tells me the daughter apparently fell down behind the truck as it was pulling out, and instead of her father picking her up, he just... lets her lie down on the ground. Doesn't even flag the truck's driver to stop or anything. The driver stops anyway.
The kid's unhurt as far as I could tell, but still, that's a shitty thing to do to a child. I don't know if the guy had a bad childhood, but I'll bet you folks anything that the second something does happen to the kid, he'll start blaming everyone but himself. Oh, well. I believe in karma...
And that's it. I wish there were more stories, but... wait, no, I don't. Those are gonna come over the next two nights; just watch.
My bootlaces have had it. I didn't have a choice but to run down to Walton's Mart and get a new set. Got it, a couple 2L bottles of the store-brand zero calorie cola, and walked up to the self-checkout.
I don't know how they're labeled, so I'll just throw in some hastily-done ASCII art to show what the setup was.
+---+---+ Closest to Exits
| X | Z |
+---+---+
| O | X |
+---+---+ Closest to Aisles
Z was the one I was waiting for. O was the other one, and the X's were the ones that were turned off.
No Miracles Today, Kid
There was one older couple ahead of me scanning their items, and a younger couple behind me at the self-checkout that was turned off. As much as I'd like to think the school systems may just be having an off year, I highly doubt it. Once can hope.
SC1 (the guy): Ey, maybe we should scan it anyway. The screen could just be turned off.
(SC2 (the girl) scans one of the items. No response.)
(SC1 tries the item himself and no response.)
SC1: I think it's broken.
Thankfully, the moment I scanned my last item, they stood behind me and loaded their stuff onto the belt while I paid for my stuff.
Aw, Let Her Get Run Over. She'll Learn.
As soon as I get back to the car, my girlfriend points out a father and elementary-school age daughter walking towards the store, and the truck that just finished pulling out of its spot. She tells me the daughter apparently fell down behind the truck as it was pulling out, and instead of her father picking her up, he just... lets her lie down on the ground. Doesn't even flag the truck's driver to stop or anything. The driver stops anyway.
The kid's unhurt as far as I could tell, but still, that's a shitty thing to do to a child. I don't know if the guy had a bad childhood, but I'll bet you folks anything that the second something does happen to the kid, he'll start blaming everyone but himself. Oh, well. I believe in karma...
And that's it. I wish there were more stories, but... wait, no, I don't. Those are gonna come over the next two nights; just watch.
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