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A collection of some classic Lemmy memes for your enjoyment
The only cashiers I know would rather not ever have to talk to customers either. But they are pretty sour people in general and I don't know if that's common and of course it's basically saying they wish they had a different job. So I'm with the automate whatever you can just pay more taxes crowd. There will always be a place for human customer service, but now we have choices.
I NEED self checkout. I can't go shopping unless it's in a small local store or there's a self checkout. My anxiety goes through the roof if I can't use one, so the only problem is people using self checkout with a full cart
Maybe if the store is quiet. When there’s a bunch of people and you’re at the front of the line you better spot the free checkout the second it opens or people will start “helping” you.
And I hope you don’t mess anything up because everyone in line is judging you for not being able to swipe a gallon a milk or not being able to open a plastic bag and making them wait longer.
Instacart is the rich introvert’s choice.
I'm an introvert who detests self-checkout. Why do extra work for free? It's not like you have to interact with the cashier in any meaningful way.
50% agree!
I identify as people.
Oh I hate those. Not because of the job taking, that was inevitable. I hate them because while when I deal with a cashier I can do some small talk, or just smile at someone and remind myself that I am still alive. I can also mask my underperforming brain with words. When I interact with a machine, it screams at me at super high volume to put my god damned item in a bag. Like OK, you don't have to warn the neighbors that I'm a bit slow. They already know!