Long lines were suppose to be a thing of the past once our neighborhood supermarket installed a self-serve checkout counter.

Customers easily figured it out --  except for the woman at the front of my line. In it's irritating computer-generated voice, the machine kept reminding her to take one item after another out of the scanning zone before she could check the next item. There was a constant..

"Move  ....   your  ....  produce"  and  " Move  ...  your  ...milk" and so on.

Everyone in the growing line was getting restless, but even we had to laugh when she left a bag of dinner rolls on the scanner and the machine commanded,

"Move ....  your  ....  buns."