Once upon a time I went to pay some bills. It was a routine stop. A stack of bills ready to be paid. The lady behind the desk instructed me to go use the KISOK machine. A new contraption that was taking over the world, and her job.
I approached the machine, unsure of what to expect.
Against my better judgement, I gave it all the information it demanded.
I gave the machine my check and waited, just as it was commanding. And waited…and waited some more until finally…
Assuming I didnt know what I was doing, he decided to show me how it was done. The kiosk decided now would be a good time to behave.
But even well behaved machines dont work right ALL the time. The owner asked for my payment. I pointed at Kiosk.
At first the man didnt believe me. Assuming I was making false accusations about his machine. He asked for his keys.
I looked away as the man opened the Kiosk and looked inside of him.
The man was deeply hurt by his machine. But like all good owners continued to support it by telling me that this NEVER happens and that he was going to have to call it in. And that he would use it as a training opportunity, for future Kiosks to come. Then he took me back to the counter where I had started my journey, and admitted defeat. All was once again, well with the world.