Self-Checkout Machines

I made a quick grocery run.

While I’m in the self-checkout aisle, the machine to my right went down, and one of the managers was fixing it. Panels were open, and she’d climbed halfway inside, little legs kicking on the tile. As I finished my business, she whispered to it, “I hate you. Oh, how I hate you.”

And I wanted to high-five her.

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