While I was waiting for the pharmacy to fill the prescription that will vanquish the evil poison ivy, I did random shopping for things we had run out of or what looked good. The market has these new handheld barcode scanners that I can traipse around with, scan my own groceries, stuff them in bags whilst I meander the shelves and make my check out experience more efficient. Or at least that's the goal. There are far more devious plots afoot however.
Every so often, as I wandered down an aisle, looking for a particular item, the scanner sent out this chirpy sequence of notes guaranteed to capture your attention. The small screen flashed a picture of some product along with my savings if I buy it now. It took me about 3 aisles to realize that the items I thought were randomly presented were located ever so handily in the aisle I was browsing. This is RFID tagging at its best. The carrot on a stick in front of the horse. I almost fell for it in the dairy aisle and bought more butter. Damn them. From then on I ignored their seductive siren song of savings. Sneaky bastards.
After purchasing my loot and grabbing the drugs, I trudged out to load up the car. When I finished putting the bags in the backseat, I noticed the 3 capri sun boxes in the underside of the cart. I had forgotten to show them to the cashier when I checked out. I stared at them for few moments. Oh, shit! I said out loud. I forgot to pay for these. I started back to the store with the cart. And then stopped.
What the hell? I said out loud. Wait, I paid for these. I used the scanner thing. What am I doing?
Muttering out loud the entire time, I tossed them in the back of the car. It was then I noticed the three other women loading their cars near mine giving me sidelong glances as I chastised myself for being a ditz.
2 comments:
I thought i told you when talking to yourself keep the voices inside your head!!!!!
sometimes they escape.
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