On a related note, they've finally activated the barcode-operated gates that release you from the self-checkout area. Cue lots of beeping and queueueueueing and rummaging for receipts, and more stressed than usual supervisory oiks[1]. I note that one of gates had its service panel insufficiently attached, so I'm looking forward to a Big Clive style try-not-to-look-like-you've-had-an-electric-shock-in-front-of-the-customers incident.
[1] Who are mostly older women, for some reason.