I-Scan, U-Scan, We All Scan. . .

I realize this is morbid, but I’ve recently had visions of myself in the not-too-distant future on my deathbed, my loved ones gathered around me shaking their heads saying things like, “We know he was an introvert, but we told him not to use the self-checkout lanes. His heart couldn’t handle the stress; a man can only move items to the bagging area so quickly.”