I had an epiphany recently while checking out at the store.
I think sometimes parents are to their children, what self checkout machines at stores are to adults. đ
âPLACE YOUR ITEM IN THE BAG.â
âPLEASE SCAN YOUR ITEM.â
âPLEASE WAIT. HELP IS ON THE WAY.â
âAWAYS REMEMBER TO SCAN YOUR ITEM BEFORE PLACING IT IN THE BAGGING AREA.â
âGET ALL YOUR STUFF. OMG, WHAT IS TAKING YOU SO LONG. THERE ARE PEOPLE WAITING. NOW GET YOUR RECEIPT. COME ON, WEâRE IN A HURRY.â (ok, it doesnât say that in those words but thatâs definitely the vibe it puts off)
By the time Iâm done using one, Iâm a little flummoxed from the continual instructions. And embarrassed that people might be watching me mess everything up. And contrary to what the machine might believe, Iâm not actually trying to do anything wrong, or to be âdefiantâ or ârebelliousâ or test its boundaries. And feeling like I could probably have figured the task out just fine if I had a few seconds to process without someone talking at me the whole time.
I mean, the analogy writes itself, right?