self-checkout

it's a Doors kinda morning...

strangest life indeed, Jimbo.

impending snowstorm of the century approaching rapidly. our local idiot weatherman has promised, no, guaranteed at LEAST a foot on Saturday. We shall see.

Just came from the grocery store to stock up on the essentials (extra tubes of toothpaste, toothpicks, more toothpaste, anything else tooth-related). The place was jammed! Thankfully, all of the old people are either afraid of or confused by the self-checkout aisles, so it was basically smooth sailing! One old-timer was standing there with two cantaluopes under one arm and a bag full of potatoes under the other, just staring at the "self checkout" signage, completely overwhelmed by the idea that a machine could conduct hie entire transaction without the assistance of an actual person. I darted past him and dropped all my shit in front of the scanner. He looked once more at the sign, eyeing it like it was written in Latin, and then sluggishly turned and wandered off towards the Q-tip isle.

anyway, that's all for today! excited about the prospect of gobs of snow!