Self-Checkout and Hit-and-Run

Every time I consider doing the "self-checkout" at Harris Teeter, I need a bystander to kindly come up and basically get me in a choke hold until I cry uncle and limp to another line.
It never fails that something won't scan properly, produce numbers are "invalid" or the machine practically blows up.  So then I'm left cursing my inability to master such a task as following instructions from a machine that was apparently manufactured in hell.
Today, the attendant literally had to walk over 3 times to key something in...I was that customer.  The 3rd time it happened the woman waiting behind me just laughed, and I briefly considered the sacrifice of being escorted out of there for the sake of making a point to her and her chuckle...
My patience is often about as good as that of an angry child.
And I should honestly know by now that going through the self-checkout with a ton of produce is inefficient and causes a headache for all parties involved.  Mainly me.
It's ironic if you think about it that self-checkout basically means I-don't-work-here-but-let-me-do-your-job-for-you.  When I say it like that, its not as appealing and quite frankly irritates me even more that I got in the line to begin with.
I'd possibly rather get behind the woman with a scrapbook full of coupons and a screaming child who apparently hates life, the word "no", and me.
Longest 15 minutes ever and happens to me more than you'd think.
Please explain the reasoning behind stockpiling mouth wash and dish detergent like everyday is Armageddon.  When the ship goes down, guess what you're not going to need?  Mouth wash and dish detergent.  Amazing.
Stop kidding yourself, its glorified hoarding. 
No, I don't clip coupons, shocker....if I happen to scroll across one to save me a dollar, awesome,...but to sit down and create a book and then proceed to piss off everyone behind me in line, is simply not worth it.  Evidently it only takes me 2 avocados and some faulty bar codes in the self-checkout to achieve that.

Weekend was good...
I caught up with some friends, had a lovely dinner with my girl Katherine,...

...and am now getting ready for a more-than-full week.  My body hates me, and to say I'm tired is an understatement, but onward we roll.
I've got a shorter work week that is capped off with a golf tournament out at Treyburn.  I was out there last year and it was great to meet the players, gain clients, and basically watch men talk trash to one another at 9am on a Thursday.
Men never seem to change in that regard...

I went for a jog tonight and my body is simply not used to night-time workouts anymore.  I thought I was going to throw up for the last 20 minutes,....and as I'm passing a group of kids on the last stretch it was all I could do not to get trampled by a power wheels while avoiding projectile vomit on a 6 year old.  At that point I was almost hoping he'd take me out at the knees so I'd face plant and be out of my misery.
Pretty sure that would have sparked a phone call and an explanation that wouldn't have mattered, lets be honest.  You go to your neighbor to borrow a tool, say hello, not to explain why you threw up on their child.  Period.
Even after my dinner, I still don't feel 100%...which better change before 4am for the sake of everyone tomorrow...

On that note, I am headed to the 'ol bed...