Sometimes I connect to people's computers to help them, and I sometimes see odd things. Other times I hear people rapidly closing out of files as I start the connection. Lots of folks use kids' pictures as backgrounds. This guy had a nice picture of Stonehenge. Then I notice the icon next to my cursor: Free Porn Downloads. I give him the benefit of the doubt, then I see the two folders marked X-Rated Videos along with some .wmv files with possibly suggestive names. Interspersed with these are several business files and folders. I was highly amused and quietly moved my cursor away from the highlighted porn icon so as not to incur difficult conversations.
Obviously a very independent contractor who doesn't have to answer to a company IT person as to what's on the work computer.
I had a discussion with a cashier in Kroger about the milk I was buying. Granted I got some good information out of it.
Let's not forget what happens when Aimee goes to the grocery store.
She flips off the cashier!
ETA: See *that* might be considered rude anywhere.
Now if only my fellow shoppers would learn how to fucking USE THEM, I'd be golden.
Given that it seems like waaaayyyy too many people haven't figured out how to use ATMs (including a friend who always loses his card because he's used to the machines that give you the card back right away and the other types confuse him), I hold out little hope of them mastering the self-checkout kiosk.
I was explicitly taught as a child (like, we had actual discussions about this in school) that, if you're buying something or conducting some other business that requires waiting on a line, and there are people on line behind you, then it's rude to take any more time than just the amount you need to get done whatever you need to do. Standing around chatting with the cashier while there are people behind me waiting to buy things just feels so wrong.
Self check-out:
"Lady, just scan the UPC. The UPC. The fucking...THE BARCODE! No, see, you're just showing the bread to the glass and there's not, like, a camera or a guy in there, it's...there's these lasers and they scan the barco--DON'T STICK YOUR FACE ON THE--! Oh, great. Great, now she's blind. I'm never fucking getting out of here. Where's the express lane?"
Hil: And that's why I loved New York. People say what they mean and get on with things. It's like a more fun, less passive-aggressive London.
The express lane? That's the one with four people lined up with full grocery carts.
