I have a history with self check-out machines starting in the USA. Well today I went to Cora (this is like a big Wal-Mart that I try to avoid at all costs) with the boys in tow. The boys had drained some of my energy during our shopping experience and I didn’t want to wait 30 minutes to check out so I decided to use the self check-out machine.
After tripping the machine up at least 5 times with Jonah sitting on the scale side to Joshua placing un-scanned items on the scale to Jonah leaning on it. I caught the attention of security and was being watched closely. After paying I started to pack my items into my trolley (our cart for shopping). The security officer came over and removed a greeting card & envelope that I bought. I pointed out on my receipt that I purchased the card to the self check-out attendant. She asked if I speak French and I said, “Oui, un peu.” So now here I am trying to formulate a polite sentence in my head. I had the direct sentence ready to go, but I wanted to be as polite as possible, so I paused to formulate.
The security officer asked in English if I spoke English and I said, “Yes.” He informed me that when you buy greeting cards you have to pay separately for the envelope. Now that was a new one for me. He wanted me to walk with him to customer service, during our walk he decided to interrogate me a little and asked where I was from. “The United States,” I said. He asked, “Where in the United States?” “Missouri, in the middle,” I said. He said, “My sister lives in Detroit and she makes good money. The United States pays good salaries, why are you here?” “To learn French before moving to Cameroon,” I said. He asked, “Why are you living in Massy?” “Because the school I attend is located here,” I said. I turned the tables and started asking him questions, so he decided he didn’t want to continue the interrogation. So I paid 80 centimes for the envelope and was free to go.
I’m so glad you didn’t have to find out what the inside of Massey’s jail looked like. All is well that ends well. I think the apostle Paul once turned the table on his interogators, and the end result was everyone in the prison found Christ.