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Scanning on a self serve cone

Following the directory and beware the numbers on the shops as they are of no help after a recent renovation made large. Shop 256 jumps to 456 and then a sniff of 2041 looks likely before a dead end with camisoles and peanuts. Lost, looking for a position on the map not on the map makes the reading of the map a very circular notion and motion of five or six minutes.

Wayward, a slight detour of necessity into Big W. Flicking up and through for a few pages spiral bound in one A5 configuration, and it's a trip toward the ringing of notes and folding of coins over red scanning lines.

Standing at the head before the flow, a brunette channels a few of the stragglers into field testing the new self service area. Where scanning and cashing up is now void of a clerk. Press the screen, swipe the item and pay the machine. It's the customer come server of thyself.

Quick and easy, the ordeal and relief of not having to face a face is beset by the fact that the mechanism needs to feel the inner touch of a drop inside the plastic bags waiting agape. Still stringing a lingering dependency.

It takes walking out on a limb, straight into the area that doesn't even appear, to find the branch sitting right next to the exit sign.

Soon Van - Wednesday, November 8, 2006 - 15:55

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