Driving to the office yesterday I heard the scariest ad of all time. Granted, the purpose of this ad was not to scare potential customers, but after hearing the ad I can tell you I am scared to death to walk into their stores.
In the past I've had many posts about trips into grocery stores. One of my favorite inventions of the past five years has been the self checkout lane because it eliminates potential social interactions. A few months ago I heard in on the radio in another city, don't remember which one, that stores are now taking them out because these may harm "store loyalty." Anyway, the radio ad I heard yesterday proudly claimed that you will never find a self checkout lane in their stores and... and... are you ready for this? Truly, are you ready because this is the scariest line in any ad of ALL TIME! The ad continued on and stated that, when checking out, there's a good chance you will be engaged in conversation with the checker outter.
For those not on the spectrum the world might be turning into a cold place as things become automated and that human connection in the world is being cut on what would seem to be a daily basis. However, things like the automated checkout lane helps me because it minimizes the social situations. So many times when I am spoken to by the clerk I just nod, or give one word answers, and the clerk sometimes gets an attitude, or asks, "Are you okay?" and the anxiety felt after such an episode lasts for hours.
My goal as I'm out in public is to stay invisible and to not be spoken to. It takes so much strength to just do the task I'm doing and to not be overwhelmed by everything, every sound, and everybody around me and when I'm spoken to randomly it's like starting the derailing process of a train.
I'm interested to see in five years if the automated lanes still exist because there's going to be a stark divide between those who like it and those who want the chit chat. I can assure you one thing though and that is, and I now Halloween is just around the corner, I wouldn't have to go to a haunted house to be scared to death; all I'd have to do is venture to these chain of stores to truly have a horrifying experience.