Okay so I got a bit of asperger's, so I don't always see social situations for what they are nor control how I think of them, so I am going to throw this situation out there and you tell me how you would have handled it.... (Sunday night, 9 pm when this happened) I buy my groceries at wal mart because they're cheap and they're also the only grocery store in range of my work and home. Plus they stomped every last grocery store in the area out of business. I hate going to wal mart, and on the weekends I do whatever it takes to not have to go there. To me it's the 9th circle of HELL between friday afternoon and sunday night. Maybe it's that I hate mingling with the unwashed masses and their screaming kids. Maybe it's those edema-oozing FATASSES driving those carts around that have the basket full of twinkies in the front. JFC, does ANYONE have any shame anymore?? Not a lot of National Geographic subscribers in this area exactly. Maybe it's the brainless consumerism, the way no one stands out or comes across as an actual damn individual, maybe it's the checkout lines. Tonight it was the checkout lines. I wanted to make some noodle dish or other tonight, and I hadn't planned ahead before I went to work, but I got off when the place was still open, so I go to wal mart. I love how this place is still busy even on a sunday at 10 pm, yet they're doing this bullshit of starting to close the store when the store is, well, still open. I knew enough to park on the grocery side of the store because, for reasons unknown to me, they close the doors on the other side of the store at 10. Um, only problem with that is people still need to get into that side of the store. Those who are already parked on that side just *might*....just follow along here, okay....*might*...not want to walk all the way across the front of the F8CKING store for no reason other than someone closed the doors on the side they parked on. The STORE is still opne, so leave the DOORS open, mmmmk? Easy enough? JFC am I the only one who doesn't take my damn brain out of my head and PLAY WITH IT? So i do my shopping, which is uneventful enough. I guess I ended up putting maybe $60 in stuff in the basket. Then when it comes time to check out, I go to the self serve checkout area because I don't have that much stuff and there arne't that many people there. Only....none of the machines are taking cash. Well, I don't want to use my card because I get paid in cash and that was what I wanted to spend. You do not whip out a card....when you have actual currency in your pocket. Of course there was no indication that none of these machines were not taking cash until I was on the brink of checking out. I asked the drone who was managing the area if she had missed that the store was still open and that they should be counting the money they made off of us all day maybe, I dunno, AFTER the store had closed, and in the mean time they should still be accepting this thing called "actual, real, folding, physical currency." She said "That's just the way they do it." That has got to be my number one fucking head-go-boom in the modern age: "That's just the way they do it." Okay well does it ever occur to people in thjose cases that maybe they should change up "how they do it" then? Maybe tap the genius on the shoulder who thought this up and ask them to change "how they do it"? We're so used to doing shit by rote these days and following policies and rules that make zero senes without question that it's seriously leading to the downfall of western civilization. So she tells me I can always go to one of the manned checkout registers. I looked across the abyss and saw that there was only...you ready for this?, because it gets good right here.....one. Single. Register. Open. And around 8 people or more with full shopping carts waiting to get checked out. I figured at about 7 minutes or so each, and I mean at BEST, that I'd be there for an hour. Not couunting how long it's take to get checked out myself. So I look at said drone, look at my groceries in that cart, shrug, and say "well, it's like this: I don't have that kind of time right now." and walked out. That was all on them, not me. I did everything right that I was supposed to do, they refused to play ball with me as a customer who deserved to be treated better. Leave that crap to the rest of the lemmings waiting in those lines. I HATE this kind of corporate bullshit that is truly ruining our country, and at 49 I can tell you that it's only getting worse. I just...can't...handle this shit anymore. No wonder I stay in all the damn time now. So how would some of you have handled this? Why would you have not gotten pissed at this, and if not, then why would you have? I wish I was one of those lemmings standing in that one single register line amongst an ocean of other closed registers, just standing there zoning out with that anesthetized, glassy-eyed stare off into space, calm as Hindu cows, probably wonder if the new spider man throwaway was any good, like they're pretending they're okay with this, or maybe even worse, they are okay with this. Are you one of those drones? If so, what's that like? Can you tell me how to be one, since they sure seem a lot more not-bothered by this than I do? Please walk me through how to NOT freak over this, aside from just not going to wal mart on the weekends. How the hell do people tolerate this kind of thing??