"Thank you for shopping at Walmart,"
The automated cashier thang says
As the doors are already slipping open for me to exit.
"Please use the pin pad to complete your transaction,"
I hear it say to the next in line,
And soon, they, too, will be hearing
The automated valediction,
A pure enough sound,
Though something about it
Rings more attune to "Hit the road, Jack,"
Or, "Don't let it hit ya where the Good Lord split ya."

-jenn