Are we nearly there yet?
Hot drinks garbage
I do sometimes question whether computerised tills are really labour-saving devices. It took the man at the newsagent’s some time to ring up the correct code for the jug of milk I picked up this morning. When he eventually found it, here’s what came up on the display:
Why don’t you know?!
I had to go to pick up a parcel that I’d missed; fortunately, the local collection office is only five minutes’ walk from here, so it’s no great inconvenience. However, the irate man in front of me delayed me a little—and also provided everyone with some amusement: