Well, it’s finally happening. The robot invasion has taken another foothold. We saw it give us self-checkouts and we said nothing. Now it’s taking over our most noble of occupations: grilled-meatdisc sales technologist.
I have experimented with these new minimum wage robots and I kind of like them. They don’t talk back, always show me a gallery of lovely food pictures, and never look me in the eye (I spook easily).
The odd thing is that they ask me to specify the beverage that I want to drink even though I pour it myself. I guess I could select Coke and grab a Fanta instead but why would I lie to the sweet things.