Here’s the thing about automated checkout. I always select the Espanol option, because the latina voice is so much sexier than the anglo one.
buckeye billsays
OK – why not one lane (and only one lane) for those people who use “gument” checkcards to buy doritos, orange sodas and the like for their children. … flame away!
Veritassays
#3 Dude, are you kidding??? Next time you’re in the supermarket self-checkout lane, look at what the (straight) men are buying vs. what the (straight) women are buying. Guys: tonite’s dinner and maybe some beer. Period. Chicks: enuf food for the next two weeks, plus pantyhose, greeting cards, hair products, and whatever happens to be on sale that day.
Of course, gay men shop like the str8 women and lesbians shop like the average Joes but in both universes I’m pretty sure it’s a ‘want’ vs. a ‘need’ thing.
Synovasays
Now now, Veritas, I’m sure the divisions aren’t quite that distinct.
(Says she who never uses the self-checkout in any case.)
I can have a check written and processed faster than most credit card transactions.
What drives me NUTZ is people/woman that WAIT until everything is totalled before they start the SEARCH for thier checkbook. Then they have to enter it into the check register first before writing the check then write at a snails paste. Have they ever heard of Carbon Copy checks.
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Nobody can use them here, it’s the damnedest thing I’ve ever seen. Everybody seems mystified by barcodes.
I’d like to see a special lane just for those on the public dole — and I want to see it marked WELFARE BUMS.
Michigan-Mattsays
Bruce, it’s certainly refreshing in this holiday period –which should be marked by general good cheer and compassion for our fellow man, womyn, and others– that we can stroke the chords of division and gender stereotypes on –of all places– a GAY/GOP/conservative/free market/libertarian blog. A guys-only lane at the self-check aisle?? Do you appreciate how silly that sounds coming from a gay GOPer? I think you’ve convinced yourself you’re a butch, str8 male in the grocery store. Three snaps, I bet you aren’t.
Are those southern belles really too slow for your yankee-rush, move it buster, 10-mile-per-hour Washington walking pace? Slow down sport. It’s the South with a capital “s”. It’s what’s so endearing –and you get to practice some chivalrous patience while waiting for the panty hose, birthday cards, and other 7 grocery items to pass the scanner.
The South is a great place with its own pace; let’s not make it into another yankee-is-important-move-it race. Drop the yankee stereotypes. And smile at strangers Bruce… it’s another part of the hospitality that makes the South unique. Be patient.
Your post sounded like a friend of mine who complains about womyn drivers and then endlessly corrects his parking position in a space or passes on a narrow parallel parking spot on the street while muttering “too hard” in a feline whine.
A guys-only lane at the self-check aisle, indeed.
Julie the Jarheadsays
Short of banning men from supermarkets all together …
At lunch, I made a quick grocery run. At the store, there were four self-checkout lanes. All four were occupied by females. And all four had the ‘Cashier Assistance Needed’ light flashing.
Just sayin’…
Jay Crocesays
I’d settle for an “Under 65” lane or a “No this isn’t the goddamn bank” lane.
Aside from my petty gripes about the long lines, I don’t mind going to the market. I never go that I don’t run into an old friend, or a nearly forgotten ex, and I’ve met more “nice” guys in the supermarket than I ever met in bars.
Dress nice boys! Mr. Right may be searching for pasta on aisle 3.
‘Cause the women would use it anyway if the other lines were too long (you know, like the men’s rooms at stadiums)???
Natch.
(#11–(Wagging finger) Oh, I’ve always been able to manage–even when my son, now in kindergarten was a whinin’ toddler generally only two minutes from his next upchuck. Let’s see if you could handle that one! ; ) )
JimNYCsays
AND Ladies….. when you are searching for your wallets or checkbooks AT THE LAST POSSIBLE moment… it just might expedite your search if you put away the CELL PHONE!
Self-checkout for… what? How much discount are they giving you for doing their job for them?
Then again, I don’t have to make myself subject to the clerk who is busy yacking with the clerk the next aisle over, paying not the slightest attention to what she is doing.
Or a dedicated lane for people who still insist on writing checks. Hello! Bloody twenty-first-bloody-century calling.
“Why can’t there be a “guys-only lane” for the self-checkout automated supermarket counters?”
Two words. “Discrimination Lawsuit!”
Better question: If gyms can have a “ladies only” work-out section, why then can’t they have a “mens only” work-out space???
OK, I’ll be the dummy – What’s the need for a guys-only lane? (as opposed to?)
Also, Bruce – you may want to kill your duplicate post.
Since the post has appeared twice, apparently it’s not that random of a thought after all. 😉
Here’s the thing about automated checkout. I always select the Espanol option, because the latina voice is so much sexier than the anglo one.
OK – why not one lane (and only one lane) for those people who use “gument” checkcards to buy doritos, orange sodas and the like for their children. … flame away!
#3 Dude, are you kidding??? Next time you’re in the supermarket self-checkout lane, look at what the (straight) men are buying vs. what the (straight) women are buying. Guys: tonite’s dinner and maybe some beer. Period. Chicks: enuf food for the next two weeks, plus pantyhose, greeting cards, hair products, and whatever happens to be on sale that day.
Of course, gay men shop like the str8 women and lesbians shop like the average Joes but in both universes I’m pretty sure it’s a ‘want’ vs. a ‘need’ thing.
Now now, Veritas, I’m sure the divisions aren’t quite that distinct.
(Says she who never uses the self-checkout in any case.)
#1
I can have a check written and processed faster than most credit card transactions.
What drives me NUTZ is people/woman that WAIT until everything is totalled before they start the SEARCH for thier checkbook. Then they have to enter it into the check register first before writing the check then write at a snails paste. Have they ever heard of Carbon Copy checks.
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#3
I’m glad you asked first instead of me.
Based on my experiences, men seem to be the only ones who can manage to use the self-checkout lanes.
Nobody can use them here, it’s the damnedest thing I’ve ever seen. Everybody seems mystified by barcodes.
I’d like to see a special lane just for those on the public dole — and I want to see it marked WELFARE BUMS.
Bruce, it’s certainly refreshing in this holiday period –which should be marked by general good cheer and compassion for our fellow man, womyn, and others– that we can stroke the chords of division and gender stereotypes on –of all places– a GAY/GOP/conservative/free market/libertarian blog. A guys-only lane at the self-check aisle?? Do you appreciate how silly that sounds coming from a gay GOPer? I think you’ve convinced yourself you’re a butch, str8 male in the grocery store. Three snaps, I bet you aren’t.
Are those southern belles really too slow for your yankee-rush, move it buster, 10-mile-per-hour Washington walking pace? Slow down sport. It’s the South with a capital “s”. It’s what’s so endearing –and you get to practice some chivalrous patience while waiting for the panty hose, birthday cards, and other 7 grocery items to pass the scanner.
The South is a great place with its own pace; let’s not make it into another yankee-is-important-move-it race. Drop the yankee stereotypes. And smile at strangers Bruce… it’s another part of the hospitality that makes the South unique. Be patient.
Your post sounded like a friend of mine who complains about womyn drivers and then endlessly corrects his parking position in a space or passes on a narrow parallel parking spot on the street while muttering “too hard” in a feline whine.
A guys-only lane at the self-check aisle, indeed.
Short of banning men from supermarkets all together …
I’d welcome a “guys only” line.
Just ONCE I’d LOVE to hear a cashier tell someone they can’t bring thier full cart through the express lane!
At lunch, I made a quick grocery run. At the store, there were four self-checkout lanes. All four were occupied by females. And all four had the ‘Cashier Assistance Needed’ light flashing.
Just sayin’…
I’d settle for an “Under 65” lane or a “No this isn’t the goddamn bank” lane.
Aside from my petty gripes about the long lines, I don’t mind going to the market. I never go that I don’t run into an old friend, or a nearly forgotten ex, and I’ve met more “nice” guys in the supermarket than I ever met in bars.
Dress nice boys! Mr. Right may be searching for pasta on aisle 3.
#13
And smile at strangers Bruce… it’s another part of the hospitality that makes the South unique.
You only smile? You don’t wave and say “howdy”? How yankee of you.
‘Cause the women would use it anyway if the other lines were too long (you know, like the men’s rooms at stadiums)???
Natch.
(#11–(Wagging finger) Oh, I’ve always been able to manage–even when my son, now in kindergarten was a whinin’ toddler generally only two minutes from his next upchuck. Let’s see if you could handle that one! ; ) )
AND Ladies….. when you are searching for your wallets or checkbooks AT THE LAST POSSIBLE moment… it just might expedite your search if you put away the CELL PHONE!
Self-checkout for… what? How much discount are they giving you for doing their job for them?
Then again, I don’t have to make myself subject to the clerk who is busy yacking with the clerk the next aisle over, paying not the slightest attention to what she is doing.