Of all my God-given rights, the one I exercise most frequently is running errands without combing my hair or putting on makeup. Before each occasion, I throw on a scrunchie, grab my grocery bags and keep my eye on the prize: completing my shopping free from familiar faces, conversation and eye contact.
I don’t believe I’m the only one. Retailers have answered our quest to end human interaction with the self-service checkout. While my more socially-conscious friends will remind me that robot cashiers take away jobs from humans, I welcome them.
I have but one complaint.
Big Y, either lose the video camera with my zoomed-in face on the screen, or dim the fluorescent lights. It’s your choice.