As my items trundle down the conveyer belt at the local co-op, the cashier grabs a bag of cherries, sets them on the scale, and then reaches for the bananas. As he does, he glances at the scale's display.
Highly-Strung Cashier: Whah?! That's ridiculous!
HC: Oh, this thing is telling me to "mind the scale." Like, who's the cashier, here?! I know what I'm doing.
HC: It's ridiculous. Why is it only telling me to mind the scale, when there are so many other things that need minding?
M: I, um, don't know.
HC: Next these things will be telling you how to do everything. It'll say, like, "mind the ... ", uh, like "get with the program."
I decide to play along.
M: It'll say "Don't forget to pay your taxes."
HC: Oh yeah, "pay your taxes" -- so your money can go to wars instead of schools!
I decide to stop playing along.
He eventually finishes ringing up my items in irritated silence and announces my total. I swipe my card through the reader.
HC: Credit or debit?
Without waiting for my reply he starts to push a button.
HC: DAMN IT!!