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Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Go to a Cashier
I have 4 items. I go to the self-scan, cause I have only 4 items. Two of the registers are occupied by customers with literal cartloads. One has to be assisted by the worker overseeing the self-scanners, cause they've run out of bagging room, and gee, why'd that happen, Pa? Self-scanners were meant for 10 items or less, not so you can have fun playing with a fucking scanner with your hundred dollars worth of items. —Justwannagohomealready
