NEET
08/12/2026 (Wed) 01:21
No.1019624
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08/12/2026 (Wed) 01:21
No.1019624
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>I walked into Coles already in a bad mood and there they were. Those smug little plastic gates. Sitting there like the sentinels of some dystopian prison supermarket, pretending they’re for “loss prevention” when they’re really just a humiliation machine.
>They don’t open when you approach. They hesitate. They assess you. They’re not a door, they’re a shitty bouncer. I’m standing there, trolley ready, milk and bread on my mind, and the thing decides I’m not worthy. I push. It clicks like a handcuff closing tighter.
>Now I’m trapped in the narrow purgatory between freedom and overpriced bananas. People are stacking up behind me. Some woman sighs like I’ve personally ruined her day. A bloke with a basket gives me the pity look.
>The staff don’t help. The checkout girl stares straight through me like I’m a ghost. The security guard strolls past and smirks like he’s watching a nature documentary about roos caught in barbed wire fences. I swear I can hear the CCTV operator in the back laughing his head off.
>Then the gate opens suddenly, like it’s had its fun and is ready to let me pass. I roll through, but not before clipping the corner and nearly snapping my wrist. The whole store feels like it’s watching me.
>Coles could just have a sign saying “Welcome, please shop responsibly.” But no. They’ve built a system that physically traps you like you’re a toddler trying to escape the daycare.
>They don’t open when you approach. They hesitate. They assess you. They’re not a door, they’re a shitty bouncer. I’m standing there, trolley ready, milk and bread on my mind, and the thing decides I’m not worthy. I push. It clicks like a handcuff closing tighter.
>Now I’m trapped in the narrow purgatory between freedom and overpriced bananas. People are stacking up behind me. Some woman sighs like I’ve personally ruined her day. A bloke with a basket gives me the pity look.
>The staff don’t help. The checkout girl stares straight through me like I’m a ghost. The security guard strolls past and smirks like he’s watching a nature documentary about roos caught in barbed wire fences. I swear I can hear the CCTV operator in the back laughing his head off.
>Then the gate opens suddenly, like it’s had its fun and is ready to let me pass. I roll through, but not before clipping the corner and nearly snapping my wrist. The whole store feels like it’s watching me.
>Coles could just have a sign saying “Welcome, please shop responsibly.” But no. They’ve built a system that physically traps you like you’re a toddler trying to escape the daycare.