So buy now you have all used a self-checkout machine, which is basically a computer with scanning capabilities and a Big Brother camera to show your ugly mug--an experience akin to being shamed and baking your cake and eating it too. One day we may find ourselves having to step into the store's kitchen to do just that: mix a cake, bake it, bitch about how bad it turns out then pay and cry. Progress . . . Shy people like me were relieved with the early onset of the self-manned registers, but now it has gotten ridiculous because life once beautiful, once a vibe with light and electricity is now a silver box of nothingness. Yeah, you get your stuff but there's no breath to it. Wham bam no thank you mam because there's no mam, it's a ghost town.
But Wal*Mart has a plan: why not shove some commercials into our retinas while we bleed cash? Buy buy buy buy buy bye-bye-bye.
Personally, I'd enjoy a nature film or . . . you know what would be fun? An old-fashioned nickelodeon.
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