True Tales Of A Cartoonist: I Lead A Rich Inner Life
on February 6, 2012 at 4:00 amPosted In: comics, True Tales of a Cartoonist
I cannot be the only one who has this fantasy every time I use a self checkout. I refuse to believe that.
Also… I really do wish I was Indiana Jones. But not from the fourth movie, that movie sucked.
brain=mush right now. Yeah comic.
Sounds like you need some sweet sweet caffeine.
That and some Advil would have been nice this morning because I woke up and my back, arm, and hip hurt(and still do to a degree). I love helping building the sets in the theater, but sometimes it takes way more out of you than you think it does.
Our local walmart no longer has self-checkouts – under the basis that they took jobs from humans, I believe, that or because no one aside from a register jockey could work them without a lot of cursing. But then they only have half the goddamned registers manned, if that, even on the busiest shopping days. Retardation, thine name is Walmart.
It probably had more to do with all the theft that passes through them.
I avoid the self checkout lanes at all costs. Every time I try to use one: EPIC FAIL
You aren’t the only one. I do that too. …Except more Laura Croft than Indiana Jones.
LOL:: “You call him DR. JONES DOLL!”
A short round where are you now?
I own the self-checkout lanes. They do my evil, unapologetic, vengeful, spiteful, maniacal, self-serving and blood-lusting desires.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
I’m just MORE than happy to make an ass of myself in public. Embarrassing my wife and kids is a perk.
Self-checkouts are on the way out. You need to have a person there to bitch at about the constantly-rising prices of everything. You just can’t get the kind of catharsis you need yelling at a machine.