STILL SEEKING THAT MOXIE.
Today's shopping at the Northern Illinois University Bookstore didn't give me much reason to think better of carbon-based morons. Pick up a book, note it's on sale, locate the birthday cards, go to check out. But the scanner has not been properly programmed to recognize the sale price and the scanner operator has no clue how to do that. "Take it to the service desk." Where at least one person knows how to do that, but if that person had been on break, I would have been in trouble, and probably even angrier this evening. Now perhaps the sentient carbon-based life forms were managing the book buy-backs, although that's not a place making friends this week either.