I don't like going to Walmart but it's close by and if I go early (about 6:10 - 6:30 a.m.) the concentration of indigenous personnel is light and those who are stirring from their cribs at this hour are usually decent working types. Anyway, one of the items I scanned prompted that "Approval Required" dialog box to pop up on the scanner. I looked around for the bored, tired, CS drone leaning on the closed register and gave her that "WTF?" look. She waddles over and types in her AUTHORATIE code and I aksed her why a can of boiled peanuts required approval. She said, "You's scannin' too fass, das why it stopped you."
I KNEW IT~! Those mother ****ers WANT you to have a slow miserable experience checking yourself out! Damn it! I told her, "I should get a raise then, an untrained person like myself scanning an order faster than your trained cashiers!" She just grunted and waddled off back to her perch.
I KNEW IT~! Those mother ****ers WANT you to have a slow miserable experience checking yourself out! Damn it! I told her, "I should get a raise then, an untrained person like myself scanning an order faster than your trained cashiers!" She just grunted and waddled off back to her perch.


