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Two years ago, my elder son decided to take on clearing out my late brother’s house. My brother was a hoarder. We found many artifacts from the not too distant American past.
Does anyone remember seeing this on a can at the grocery store? It brings back the whole shopping experience before the advent of the barcode reader. The clerk would key-in the prices manually into
the cash register. It would makes this noise from all the little gears and wheels turning. It was a different time.
Dispatches From Dystopia 
I remember the old school cash registers and how they used to “ding” when the cash drawer opened. And how the store clerks used to stamp the cans with the prices and/or codes in that purple ink. Simpler times! I miss them.
Yeah. I remember the smell of the detergent from a broken box in the detergent aisle. And the smell of ground coffee.