Monday Morning Grievance: Self-Checkout Lines

It’s Monday and I haven’t had my coffee.

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The other day I bought groceries and – as usual – used the self-checkout lane.

I like the self-checkout lane:

It’s quick.

It’s easy.

It means I don’t have to talk to a cashier.

There are those who don’t know how to use the checkout lane:

The gentleman whose entire order consists of one banana and can’t figure out how to ring it up.

Rather than ask for help, he mumbles curses at the machine and new-fangled technology in general.

The woman buying an entire grocery cart of produce without a clue of how to ring it in and – to top it off – can’t remember what type of produce she actually has in her cart.

She stands there comparing what she has in the bag to all the pictures.

It might not be so bad if she didn’t start over for each new item.

The couple buying several bottles of wine and cases of beer.

They have a clerk there to punch in the authorization code for each item.

You know what, it’d be faster to go through regular checkout, people.

There, they’d only have to punch it in once.

At least, that’s the way it normally works.

Heaven forbid your coupon doesn’t scan properly or a sale item doesn’t ring up right.

I know those 16 gig thumb drives are on sale for $3 a pop, but at a price that ridiculously low, did you really think there’d be no problems? Especially when you’re buying them from a grocery store?!

Sigh. Maybe I’d be better off using regular checkout myself.

But then I’d have to talk to the cashier.

I think I’ll stay right here, thank you very much.

Just do better next time, all right?

 


 

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What Were You Thinking?

Every once in a while something catches my eye.

Something that makes me go

What !?

Something like this movie cover:

Cymbeline Movie

Just read that blurb:

…mashup of “SONS OF ANARCHY” with “GAME OF THRONES”

Who knew Shakespeare wrote popular TV dramas?

Worse, there’s no mention of The Bard anywhere on the case.

Such a travesty.

Then I saw this:

Coffee Wine

It’s the usual coffee quote, but since when is coffee wine?

 
Sometimes I despair for humanity.
 


 

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Seriously, Siri ?

The features on K’s car surpass those my own car possesses.

Specifically, the built-in USB port allows my phone to synch with the car radio.

When driving alone, I play my music and podcasts through the stereo system.

It’s the only time I can choose the soundtrack.

Supernatural Impala Music QuoteK is a Supernatural fan, but this did not go over well when I tried it.

I think it’s one of those things that only works in television or movies, not real life.


 

Anyway, back to my story.

 

You see, things don’t always work like they’re supposed to.

Or rather, they work exactly like they’re supposed to.

Either way, interesting things happen.

Case in point: the Wednesday night pizza run.

 

I ordered the usual.

For K: bacon and pineapple, creamy garlic Parmesan sauce, pretzel crust, barbecue drizzle.

For me: pepperoni and mushroom, premium crushed tomato sauce, hut favorite crust.

Yes, we ordered Pizza Hut.

This is both supper tonight and lunch the next day.

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But my story has nothing to do with pizza, my story involves the sound system.

There I was, happily listening to The Christian Humanist Podcast – “Exploring literature, philosophy, theology, and other things that human beings do well; taking the question at hand seriously and ourselves not at all.” – when the volume lowered and my phone kicked in.

I expected a call; instead, Siri delivered this:

Bad SiriSiri, what on earth!?

What demons have possessed you thus?

And then the answer came: it wasn’t a fluke.

Everything worked exactly as it should – except Siri looking for strip clubs.

Earlier that day, while I updated my iPhone, I turned on the “Hey Siri” function.

IMG_3246As Nathan, David, and Michial discussed the merits of Literary Theory, Great Books Theory, and Literary Criticism, Michial uttered something like this:

I don’t think I’ve done any serious work for seminar papers or anything like that – presentations – on a work that I did not actively love and for which my argument could not be boiled down to “Here, Audience, is why you should love this.”

Michial Farmer,  The Christian Humanist Podcast,  E. 21: Literary Criticism

Siri, muffled by a sweater and two pizza boxes, recognized “Siri” in “seriously” and turned on; the next few words would have been garbled, so it made a good logical haphazard guess.

Bad Siri

Needless to say, I turned off “Hey Siri” as soon as I could.


 

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Down the Toilet?

Yesterday was going great . . . until things started to go down the toilet.


 

A panel of aluminum siding broke free and threatened to come off.

I fixed it before the storm by getting up at 7:00 and nailing it into place.

While my wife was trying to sleep off a migraine.

 


 

The internet guy arrived exactly on time.

 

He called before he came.

He completed the install in under an hour.

He ran wire from the street and under the house.

He attached a box to the house.

He showed me how to work the system.

 

He didn’t clean up after himself the way the video claimed he would.

Which turned out to be a blessing:

Wife couldn’t connect her tablet to the WiFi.

For what it’s worth, she fixed it without me.

 


 

It rained, and we need the water.

But it made me have to go to the bathroom.

When I came out, my wedding ring was gone.

 

I’d had it moments before as I packed up my laptop.

Not There.

 

Soapy water made my hands slick, maybe it was in the sink.

No Luck.

 

Perhaps it got stuck in that little divot in the toilet –

the one right before water enters the p-trap.

Nope.

 

Maybe – just maybe – it settled out in the grease trap.

Conveniently uncovered due to a previous backup.

Definitely not.

Also, gross.

Very gross.

 

At that point Wife called.

Where are you? Mr. Tom’s ready to eat.

 

I told her.

 

Look [she said] it’s just a ring.

A sterling silver ring we got at Wal-Mart.

A ring with no special engraving.

 

I know you’re upset, but it’s nothing to worry about.

These things happen.

Look at it this way: now you can get one that actually fits.

 

Now, if it had been my ring, it’d be a different story.

And it would be.

Her rings are much more expensive.

Just as they should be.

In my opinion, anyway.

 

Later that night:

I can’t believe you flushed it; how dumb!

She’s picking at me – she isn’t being mean.

 

This morning:

I get up to make her scrambled eggs.

She gets up to get dressed.

She looks for a sweater – it’s cold where she works.

My ring falls out of the sweater.

The sweater that was with her yesterday.

The sweater that wasn’t even in the house when I lost the ring.

 

Huzzah!


 

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Gnome Chomsky

Some time ago I painted a gnome. I named him Gnome Chomsky because how can you resist that pun!? It is literally impossible to do so.

Tasked with taking scale photos, he ventured off the bookshelf and into the wide world
. . . sort of.

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Why are you taking pictures of me this early in the morning?

I haven’t had my coffee yet!

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Is this the bus stop or the subway station?

Perhaps it’s only a Scrabble letter . . .

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Can they make advertising any more in-your-face?

Not to mention the fact it’s totally working!

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“Modern Architecture” . . . Bah!

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I think I took a wrong turn at Albuquerque . . .

. . . and I’ve never even been there!

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That Pixar fellow is certainly taller in real life.

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Finally made it to the office!



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The Ballad of Frederick Barbarossa

When I first heard I had to write a ballad, I thought What? I don’t know any ballads!

Then I stopped and thought for just a few minutes and realized that I love ballads:

Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen

American Pie by Don McLean

Homecoming by Green Day

Hallelujah by Rufus Wainwright

What’s Left of the Flag by Flogging Molly

 However, the very first ballad I ever learned was The Ballad of Magellan:

The older I get, the more I remember learning from cartoons. Anyway, I used the same general rhyme scheme / syllable count so you can sing my ballad to the same tune – just note that in some cases you’ll have to stretch the syllable out or condense it. In addition, my ballad is slightly longer that the Animaniacs’ song, so you’ll run out of music before you run out of words.

But enough of that: Less Talk, More Rock Ballading! (And if that’s not a word, it is now!)


        The Ballad of Frederick Barbarossa

Frederick Barbarossa
1. There once lived a man, 
 named Fred'rick Barbarossa:
  a Holy Roman Emperor
   named for his red beard. 
He was a weak king
 who wanted more power;
  He made a deal with the Pope
   which wasn't that weird. 

Chorus:
O what will you do,
 Fred'rick Barbarossa?
Your people don't like you,
 you're a figurehead.
O what will you do,
 Fredrick' Barbarossa?
Some might prefer you
 better off dead. 

2. He invaded the states
 of Italy & Sicily; 
  four times he attempted
   to strengthen his hand. 
He captured some relics, 
 made peace in the Rhineland, 
  and extended his power
   all over the land. 

Chorus:
O what are you doing, 
 Fred'rick Barbarossa?
Ignoring your people 
 is no way to help.
O what are you doing, 
 Fred'rick Barbarossa?
Try being a leader
 not focused on self.

3. He tried to unite
 the Germanic princes
  who held onto their power
   and great influence. 
So he went back to fighting
 the battles he could win - 
  I guess in some way
   it does make some sense.

Chorus:
Well at least you tried, 
 Fred'rick Barbarossa - 
  It isn't your fault 
   if the princes won't heel.
Oh wait! It is!
 Fred'rick Barbarossa,
  You're seen as a fool,
   tell me: how does it feel?

4. The Church then offered
 a chance a redemption:
  protect holy pilgrims
   and offer them aid.
He went off to war
 with two other kings named
  Richard and Louis 
   in the Third Crusade.

Chorus:
To war! To war!
 Fred'rick Barbarossa - 
  starting your journey
   towards Jerusalem.
Crusade! Crusade!
 Fred'rick Barbarossa - 
  soon you'll be fighting 
   the feared Saracen.

5. They came to a river - 
 they needed to cross it; 
  Barbarossa said
   "I think I'll cross over here."
He fell off his horse
 and into the river; 
  he sank to the bottom 
   in all of his gear.

Chorus:
Oh no! Oh no!
 Fred'rick Barbarossa, 
  did you forget 
   you could not be touched?
Oh no! Oh no!
 Fred'rick Barbarossa, 
  were you distracted
   by the prospect of lunch?

6. Now you might have thought
 "That's the end of Barbarossa!"
  Well, you would be right, 
   but there's more to my song. 
His men tried to preserve him
 in a barrel of vinegar, 
  continuing their journey
   they marched right along. 

Chorus:
What ho! What ho!
 Fred'rick Barbarossa, 
  Crusading on
   though your spirit is gone. 
This is really quite morbid,
 Fred'rick Barbarossa - 
  you're starting to stink
   in this hot summer sun.

7. His army deserted, 
 except for five thousand
  who continued to Acre
   with his son Frederick.
He was buried in Tyre, 
 Antioch, and Tarsus
  instead of Jerusalem
   as originally wished. 

Chorus:
You will live on,
 Fred'rick Barbarossa, 
  in stories and legends
   of your Christian ways. 
And although you were used
 by those dastardly Nazis,
  we'll remember you fondly
   until end of days.

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