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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
Age 23, living in sin in Twickenham with Cheesy
Likes
Movies
Books
Writing
Theatre
Hugs
Kittens
Chess
Scrabble (mostly beating Cheesy's butt)
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Dislikes
Vegetables
Arguments
Cleaning
Trashy TV
Pretensions
Public Transport
Pets
Rabbits-Bambi, Fern, Sooty, Pippa-all deceased
Dog-Sammy-deceased :(
Fish-CatFlap-recently (and finally!) deceased
Cat-Tiggy-still scratching
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Technically Rachel
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Thursday, January 08, 2004
You know what I hate. Things that are supposed to make things faster, that make things slower. Like, for example, Tesco’s new Pay At Pump idea. You fill your car up with petrol, and instead of going all the way into the shop and paying by card, signing bits of paper, blah blah blah, you get to pay right next to your car at the machine. Very good, thought I, what a innovative idea.
It’s not – it’s stupid, because they’ve designed a stupid system. You have to lift the pump and put it in your car, but before you can pump, you insert first of all your clubcard, and then your debit card. This means one hand is balancing the pump in the slot, and the other hand is mystically opening your purse and inserting the appropriate cards into the machine all by itself. What this actually is, is you propping up the pump with your leg, frantically looking for cards and stretching to insert them into the machine. Ishk. Then, when it’s all happy your good for the money, you can get your petrol. When you’re done however, an annoying voice announces that if you want a receipt, insert your card again NOW. (I always want a receipt from machine payments – they’re tricky little buggers) More frantic fumbling, and I manage it in time. And wait. For no receipt to print, despite being told it had. In fact, I couldn’t even see anywhere it could print. In the fluster I saw the woman in the shop making gestures. So I went INTO the sodding shop anyway, and she says “I’ll write your receipt if you like?” I spluttered as to whether the machine actually prints at all, to which she basically answered with, “Shall I write your receipt?”. No, said I, thinking that I don’t want a sodding written receipt because then what was the sodding point of the machine in the first place. It would mean taking twice as long getting my petrol than it would have if I’d just gone into the shop in the first place.
In all the fluster of inserting cards at weird times, and going into the shop, I then managed to drive off with my petrol cap still open. A highly, extremely, deadly dangerous, car-go-boom kind of thing to do. Luckily a very nice driver (yes, I was in London) at the traffic lights informed me of my stupidity very politely, and I hastily pulled over and sorted it out. Hmmm.
The moral of this story is – technology doesn’t annoy people, stupid persons with technology annoy people.
2:50 pm
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