The local convenience stores have all installed fancy touch screen computers that allow customers to place their order without even uttering a word.
Late at night, I am the only person standing in front of the deli and its technological testimony to efficiency. The young man behind the counter stands there silently, waiting for my fingers to beep away my desired sandwich until a purchase order spits out of the printer in front of him.
“Hi,” I say.
No response.
After paying for the sandwich, I return to the deli to pick it up.
“Thanks,” I say.
Again, silence.
The sustenance of the sandwich is of little comfort when the sustenance of human interaction is missing.
I leave the store, my soul growling in hunger.
I’d take a kick ass meatball shorti over human interaction any day.