Commentary: In world of artificial intelligence, I'll be simply out of luck

Because while my relationship problem once was limited to the one woman who lives inside the self-checkout machine in the grocery I most often go to, it's now spread to almost every woman inside every self-checkout machine I find. Stafford: 'I'm not sure I'll ever really make up my mind' So far as I know, no men have been put into the machines, which I see it as an attempt to keep someone from punching out the machines and winning damages not only for the broken and bloodied fist but for severe mental cruelty they inflict. As I've mentioned in this space before, the number one issue I have with my most significant scanning partner is bickering. As soon as I swipe my first card, she butters me up by calling me a valued person. People once gave me funny looks when I said things to the machine like "I've already put it there, dear!" Now, I get nodding heads and get the occasional "Right on!" Thus emboldened, on my last trip to the grocery, after her third unnecessary reminder about putting something in the "bagging area," I'd had it.