On my way to CIPA, I manage to post a £20 note into the dustbin
section of a self-service checkout.
In my defence, I was extremely stressed. The machine had rejected my credit card twice for no reason other than sheer bloody-mindedness, and in scrabbling around for cash from the depths of my straw-filled rucksack, I omitted to look sufficiently carefully at the different available orifices into which said cash might be introduced. (They were not labelled.) As a patent attorney, however, I am used to functional concepts: I found a receiving means, and it seemed to receive the £20 note alright, and only then did I spot a more appropriate-looking receiving means elsewhere.
In my defence, I was extremely stressed. The machine had rejected my credit card twice for no reason other than sheer bloody-mindedness, and in scrabbling around for cash from the depths of my straw-filled rucksack, I omitted to look sufficiently carefully at the different available orifices into which said cash might be introduced. (They were not labelled.) As a patent attorney, however, I am used to functional concepts: I found a receiving means, and it seemed to receive the £20 note alright, and only then did I spot a more appropriate-looking receiving means elsewhere.
I am so livid, I spend another five minutes inserting straw
into the slot, stem by stem, just to teach them to label their receiving means properly. My loathing for the self-service checkout
goes up a notch to only-just-bearable-without-therapy.
I think I am likely to be banned from this shop.
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