I only ever use the self scan checkouts if the other lines are busy because half the time they take longer. In defense of some custys, it's not that self scan checkouts are hard to figure out, they're just designed to make life difficult.
You put something in the bag a little off, it freaks out. You push the wrong button in the produce section because there are several different buttons marked 'cookie' that aren't labeled with prices and you need a void. You're shopping with a preschooler who brushes the bag stand and it thinks you're shoplifting.
I think they're actually harder to use than a regular register due to a lack of features like inputting multiples (scanning 5 boxes of pasta rather than just keying in '5' and then scanning one) and sometimes you can't even input the PLU for produce with a sticker.
Add to that the fact that my closest supermarket doesn't even have someone supervising the self-checkouts; meaning you have to stand around until someone free who has a magic little card notices the blinking light and you have a real exercise in frustration.
The bag weighing thing is probably my biggest peeve. I know they have to do it for theft prevention (both deliberate and accidental) but it makes life harder for the honest customers too.
I'm forever nudging bags and rearranging purchases because it says the weight isn't right and if you use your own bags you can pretty much guarantee that the thing is going to freeze up and make you wait for an assistant even if you hit the button saying you're using your own bag.
It can usually deal with a couple of things but once you get past 5 items or so the system almost always freaks out about at least one thing.
It's not all self scan systems though: the one at my local store is just particularly bad. There are some that are perfectly fine.
I've never had any trouble at the Home Depot for example; their machine freaked out once because my precious little angel decided to sit in the bagging area. Fortunately their registers are monitored and a woman was over and waving her magic card at the machine within seconds and she came bearing the most interesting object in a four year old boy's world, a strip of stickers, so we had no more trouble after that.
From Reddit: Boy watching TV for the first time in an appliance store window, 1948. Must have been on his way home, from a long day in the office, when he was interupted by a flash of light, and then his life changed. Now he had a reason to keep going to the office… to make money and buy a moving picture box thingy.
Usually internet coupons are "per visit," or "per day" unless they're actually emailed to you and specify that they have a unique code. I know Michaels coupons are "one per day per customer."
There's one woman at our local store who tried to enforce it as "one per family," and I had to call a manager on her once.
I had two coupons, so I was using one for myself and I gave the other to my son to use. He was using his own money to buy a toy and ringing it through as a separate transaction, but she tried to tell him he couldn't use the coupon because I'd already used one.
I tried to set her straight and she got all bitchy and started in on stuff like, "Do you think I don't know you just gave him the money to buy this for you so you could use a second coupon?"
Yeah lady, because I carry my cash in a Lightning McQueen wallet and I just adore playing with toys from the dollar section.
Thankfully she was a seasonal hire and she didn't stick around long.
From Reddit: Went to Fiji 14 years ago. Became really close friends with Fijian a taxi driver. Went back to Europe and lost contact. Went back to Fiji and found that very same man last week.
Here's the story from the Redditor:
Actually it's my sister on the pictures. I'm the boy you see on the left. She doesn't really use reddit, so I just made this post for her. We went to Fiji with our parents for around 6 months back in 1999/2000 when we were kids. We lived in this small town called Rakiraki, and this friendly man just happened to be our taxi driver one day. He was the first taxi driver not trying to scam us with way too high prices and stuff. We spent time with him every week, and often had him over for dinner. He took us to see A LOT of places (like whole day trips!) and we even met his family etc. After going back to Denmark we simply just lost contact with him. Since they didn't have internet and that sort of things back then. My mother tried to send him letters, but we never received any answers. So we weren't sure if he was still alive, since he's an old man.
So anyway, my sister saved up for this trip around the world for about a year with some friends. Few weeks ago my parents somehow managed to find his new phone number and call him. They and told him about my sister going back to Fiji, and my sister and Leone (the man) planned to meet up. But since my sister was going to one of the other islands, they had to wait a few days before meeting. As my sister arrived to that island, an old guy approached her. He asked about her parents' names and if she could recognize him. Since he was wearing a cap, she didn't recognize him at first, but then when he took it of she did. She told me his eyes were tearing up because he was so happy to see her. She also met his grandson (who we used to play with, since he was like 5 years old back then aswell) who now goes to the University in Suva.
Oh yeah, and sorry if my English isn't the best. :)
* Proof that you can bond with custys! I made many lifelong friends who are people I waited on at The Big Fancy.
From Viral Viral Videos:
Today, a laptop or tablet weighs only a pound or two. A smartphone weighs even less. The screens are flat and the hard drives process information at a lightening pace. But it was only a decade or two ago when computers were still giant, slow, expensive monstrosities. The Internet was in an infant stage or didn’t exist at all. Everything was slow, tedious, and complex.
Back when 9/11 happened, I had traveled to Belfast with hubby for a medical conference. We were supposed to catch our flight back home in the wee hours of 9/12, but all flights, of course, went to hell in a hand basket. Stuck in Belfast with nothing to do and unable to find a hotel, hubby and I found ourselves in a pub about 10 miles outside Belfast (thankfully we were able to snag a rental car) and went in trying to find a place to stay for a few days.
The pub owner set up a few cots in the back room for a couple who were also stranded and luck would have it, he had extra cots and let us stay for a few days. He only asked we help wash dishes/sweep/mop the bar in exchange for beer, food and the cot in the back room. Owner insisted it was what God would want.
Over the next 5 days while waiting to be able to book a flight home I never in my life until that day and since then the most polite, wall mannered custys. It was like... heaven on Earth. The locals said please, thank you, your welcome, tipped well, kept tabs on their hell spawn, actually disciplined their little hellspawn and the locals weren't shy about giving their hellspawn-regardless of age an ass whoppin' (with a belt!) if they even dared think about being rude or didn't do what they were told. I was in total shock.
Locals were horrified at the stories I shared about how custys treated wait staff, cashiers and retail workers in the US.
I so wish custys here in the States would treat salespeople and other retail hell workers with a fraction of the respect retail hell workers received in Belfast.
I tell people it's hard to explain Gaelic Football until you watched an entire game while knocking back some cold ones. It's like soccer, football and rugby all squished into one giant awesomeness.
I worked in a Mart-store for almost 2 years back in the hardware department which was right near the men's department and layaway.
Maybe it's because this generation has been called the "me" generation, but I never saw it looking like this at the end of the day, or maybe our store just wasn't that popular.
If my kids ever shopped for something and they decided they didn't want it, they were to put it back EXACTLY where they got it or leave it with someone who could. Dropping it on the floor was not an option.
Where do people get the idea that they can trash a store like this? You have to wonder what their home looks like.