The defenders of this machine tell us it is progress. They tell us it is faster. They tell us it gives us control. Yet what sort of progress requires a man to perform labor while pretending he has been liberated from it? What sort of control demands waiting for an associate to come check your ID so you can buy mouthwash? What sort of speed requires an attendant to be summoned like death himself every time the machine deems a barcode perplexing.