I actively hate the "self-service" lines at my local stores, and always opt for the lines with An Actual Human. I'll succumb only when I have no alternative, at which point I will hate it even more. Don't be the person in line behind me at that juncture.
From the restaurant where we ate after my mother's funeral:
"The Days’ Inn Renfro is a classic 2-story motel, just off Interstate 75 in Mt. Vernon, Kentucky, sandwiched between an Arby’s and a Mexican place we call El Denny’s, because that’s what the building was before. El Denny’s has not one but two cutesy tray-carrying robots, which play music on the way to your table while blinking their onscreen cat eyes (and their turn signals)."
"This simulacrum of friendliness inspires warlike feelings in me."
Oh, I feel you man!
Mind you, Substack makes me feel similarly, so maybe I've an even more violent soul ;)
I actively hate the "self-service" lines at my local stores, and always opt for the lines with An Actual Human. I'll succumb only when I have no alternative, at which point I will hate it even more. Don't be the person in line behind me at that juncture.
From the restaurant where we ate after my mother's funeral:
"The Days’ Inn Renfro is a classic 2-story motel, just off Interstate 75 in Mt. Vernon, Kentucky, sandwiched between an Arby’s and a Mexican place we call El Denny’s, because that’s what the building was before. El Denny’s has not one but two cutesy tray-carrying robots, which play music on the way to your table while blinking their onscreen cat eyes (and their turn signals)."
https://randallhayes.substack.com/p/i-was-a-teenage-mothman-part-2