Humiliation and Degredation at the Meat Counter?

When I come across a social media post that opens with the words "On Good Friday I experienced the most awful and humiliating experience [in a Tesco store"].  I expect to go on to find myself reading an account of how someone found themselves thrown across the deli counter, their trousers pulled down and then indecently assaulted with a large marrow.  Or at least a cucumber.  A bunch of carrots, even.  Either that, or they found themselves stripped naked, thrown on the conveyor belt at the tills and ravished by a band of nymphomaniac middle aged check out ladies.  Or perhaps tied to a trolley, head in the basket, bared arse across the handle, then pushed around the store as they were spanked with a French loaf, or a German sausage, or at the very least thrashed with a bunch of artichokes.  Bearing in mind the allusion to Good Friday, then would it be unreasonable to expect an account of how the writer was 'crucified' against the preserves shelves and pelted with eggs, perhaps?  Did I get any of those scenarios.  No, of course not.  Instead I found myself regaled with a sob story about being accused of shoplifting when the self service tills apparently didn't register a payment via a mobile phone app.  There's not even a suggestion that, as a punishment, the writer had a barcode stamped on their arse and was then forcibly scanned through every self-service checkout, with them all reading, in bold capitals: 'SHOPLIFTER!'

In terms of abject humiliation, though, that story comes pretty low on the scale.  Indeed, a part of me says 'serves you right for using your bloody phone to pay - twats doing this at regular tills hold up the queue forever as the apps never seem to work.  Just use cash or a debit card like a normal person'.  I suppose though, disappointing though this tale might be, it does illustrate the perils of using those self service checkouts.  I know that sometimes you have no choice, as the bastards have closed all the manned tills, but when I find myself in this situation, I always opt to print out a receipt, as proof of purchase, in order to avoid such situations.  You could, I suppose, ask for a receipt if any of the other scenarios I outlined happened to you, as proof of humiliation, (as I'm sure the staff would try to deny it ever happened, accusing you of having an overactive imagination if you complained).  But to get back to the original point, this post just emphasises what's wrong with social media: it constantly teases and promises all sorts of sensational content, but always falls short.  Every time a post starts off promisingly, holding out the hope of some genuine depravity, it just ends up disappointing with another whingeing, self-serving tirade against someone or something that has supposedly committed some terrible injustice against the poster.  For God's sake, when will you learn, we don't care about your opinions on immigrants, trans people, gay marriage or Islam, we just want filth and depravity.  Next time I see someone post about a humiliating experience in a supermarket, I expect to at least be treated to a tale of being 'pegged' in the hardware aisle by a shelf stacker using a sink plunger as a dildo, not to be regaled by some pissy whine about being accused of shoplifting.