Bad Day at the Big Bird
Wednesday afternoon I stopped by my local Giant Eagle to pick up a few items that we needed for dinner. It was a routine I had done hundreds of times before so I really wasn’t expecting anything unusual. Since I only needed a few things I picked up a shopping basket and began to make my rounds.
Once I had what I needed I headed over to the checkout area. Since I only had a few things I went to the fifteen items or less self-checkout lane. It was the shortest line, probably because most people are either too lazy or too stupid and unable to navigate self-checkout. That’s when things began to feel different. There was something ominous that I couldn’t quite figure out.
Everything was normal as I began. I received the instructions from the machine,
“Scan your Giant Eagle Card to get started.”
I did as I was told.
“Your Giant Eagle Card has been accepted.”
It was when I scanned my first item that all hell broke loose. I had no sooner run my item over the scanner when the machine barked out an order.
“PLACE YOUR ITEM IN THE BAGGING AREA!”
