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It's 2013, so where's my rocket pack?

At my worst I am misanthropic and certain technologies feed my disorder.  However, in this case, humans are much better and faster than machines.  Perhaps the lowly cashier deserves a tip jar?


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Córka Pijo said…
:D you made my day :)
December 10, 2013 at 5:46 PM
Scot said…
Excellent. I'm glad to read that.
December 10, 2013 at 10:04 PM
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