So, we went to the new Sainsburys near our office and there were no check out girls! Now Agent Triple P tends to spend a lot of time selecting his checkout girl but now they are all going to be replaced by these automatic, robotic horrors.
For a start we can't see the writing on their piddling little screens. Then there is about ten stages you have to go through to buy anything. It takes much longer than having a nice girlie. And we didn't get a receipt. It's just like the cursed online check-in at airports. How can you get an upgrade if you can't flirt with the check-in girl.
Progress? Humbug! We will stick to Tesco Metro from now on!