I first published this post way, waaaay back in April 2011 which means it was one of the very first posts I wrote for Fudge.
I was browsing through FB just now (whilst looking sideways at my 'to do' list half hidden by my coffee cup on the table ...) and I saw this from Romina, a lovely (and inconceivably beautiful friend) who ventures far too rarely over to her blog these days.
Anyhow, it reminded me ...
THINGS happen to me!
Now, I'm not convinced (however many people tell me otherwise) that THINGS don't happen to other people too.
My children now prefer not to shop with me, it always ends in (my) tears but, unsuspecting friends still insist I use the self checkout despite my protestations, telling me its so quick, so easy, what can I say MORE FOOL THEM, they learn the hard way.
Anyway, I digress, this time, the machine happily swallowed my money but the screen still flashed, 'please insert coins or notes to the value of your shopping' It had EATEN my money! No flashing light, no beeping, no bloody call for assistance. I stood there jumping up and down waving my arms (my 'friend' long gone) until eventually I attracted the notice of an assistant. Followed lots of head scratching and 'are you sure you put the money in', Yeees. 'I'll just call someone else' and 'I think we need a supervisor' by which time I was hanging my head in shame.
Have you ever seen the inside workings of one of those machines? Fascinating! Ten minutes unlocking various bits, tracing the path my money should have taken, 'are you sure you put the money in', YEEES before finally, they located it. A further five minutes to put the machine back together and then, THEY EXPECTED ME TO DO IT ALL AGAIN!