For the record, I’m a technophobe.
My many phobias include: electronic ticketing (hello, Ticketmaster), using the kiosk at McDonald’s and filling out online college financial aid forms for my sons. My fear of kiosks is so bad that I go through the McDonald’s drive-thru for Chicken McNuggets and then sneak inside to eat them out of the bag.
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Last Sunday, I managed to stumble into a situation that felt like a mashup of all my worst fears. I applied for a membership card at Costco, a decision that would test my digital fears, social anxiety and borderline agoraphobia all at once.
It started with a friend who wanted to grab a piece of Costco pizza, and ended with me pondering my future as a functioning human being.