The slots were where you put a quarter, and the gambling was you might get a tiny pair of handcuffs or a couple of those dinosaur foam pills; you didn't know which.
My biggest complaints are the endless prompts from stupid things like donations, the fact that there is no standardization, and that at Walmart in particular, they will have 20 of them and 6 are open.
I know a lot of them are ordered to do it by their bosses, and I feel bad for them, but the way employees can help me find anything is when I ask them to do so. Otherwise it isn't help, it's just an annoyance. As I have a teenager, I have to take her to the mall sometimes and those stores are the worst at it. Sometimes the salespeople will follow you around the store trying to "help" you. And I don't think they believe it's because either of us are going to steal anything.
I now have a habit of giving as firm NO to anyone who seems like a staff member trying to 'help' me at checkout or those kiosks in the bulk type stores.
One of these days I'm going to do that out of habit when I do want help and will feel like an ass. Worth the risk though.
Sir, can I see your receipt before you leave. Our corporation thinks you're a dirtybfucking thief and we can't be bothered to prove it or look at our own damn receipts so give us yours while we detain you - companies that don't give two shits
At the Walmart near me, there's a whole set of checkout terminals intended for only a few items, but except for the absolute busiest times, they'll put carts to block them off, including the ones in the regular self checkout area. There's a line, but they physically remove access to some perfectly functional terminals just because.
Maybe it's because they still need someone to watch over the self checkout terminals, in case someone tries to scam the machine or needs an id check for alcohol or makes a mistake and needs to undo a step etc.
Our rich spoiled cousin had one. We only had fun toys to play with when we visited his house. Then when he turned 16 his dad bought him a new big red truck. I'm a girl and had to join the Army and bought my first car with my own hard-earned money when I was 24 years old. /tangent /memories /venting
Or worse... maybe they expect us to go down to the local warehouse and pick the items we want to buy off the shelves ourselves instead of having them delivered. Ugh.
Absolutely from the era of ‘training you to be a good checkout monkey store clerk’ and pre ‘we already eliminated those jobs for the sake of profits’ era.