Source: u/Portarossa on Reddit, April 7, 2020.
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'Unexpected item in bagging area.'
It's not unexpected, you digital fuck. You literally just told me what it is. It's right there on the screen. I did the wavy-wave, you did the bleepy-bleep; up until the point where you decided to have an electronic stroke, things were going exactly according to plan. What you mean is that you haven't been programmed right. Don't go putting this on me, like I've somehow gone out of my way to surprise you. I've got places to be, man. I can't be playing hide-the-actual-salami with the Terminator's younger, shittier cousin.
Oh, and now you've sent for backup. Well done. Now I have to deal with a human person who thinks I'm either an imbecile or a thief for not being able to work what's effectively a bathroom scale with delusions of grandeur for the fourth time.
Woah dude, when this happens to me the attendant comes over, presses a flurry of buttons and apologizes for the problem.
I mean, yeah, that's kind of how it is here, but there are usually 12 to 15 self checkouts all being monitored by one person. They're constantly going from machine to machine doing that, so you're often stuck waiting for them to get to you. It's ridiculous on multiple levels.