They are so tempting, the self check-out lanes at Walmart. When all the other (two) open checkout lanes are occupied, and have lines 4-5 carts deep, the self-checkout lanes call to me. They are so alluring and convincing with their promises. Promises that they will get me out of the store faster. Promises that I will be competent enough to work them. But they betray me, and just like taking back a cheating boyfriend, I fool myself into believing that this time things will be different.
It always starts out ok. A honeymoon period of sorts. I beep my way through the first few items in my cart without problems, and I am hopeful. Over confident, perhaps, that I do in fact have the ability to move a box of Q-tips in front of a little glass square properly...but alas, I do not. And after the 15th time that the machine yells at me for not "moving my items to the bagging area" I'm ready to wig. The whole exprience always ends the same...with me apologizing to the poor checkout girl who had to witness the whole fiasco and bear the brunt of my annoyance, and me calling myself an idiot under my breath as I push my cart out of the store.