There are many defining traits of human nature—love, ambition, the ability to queue with silent resentment—but none are quite as universal as our stubborn refusal to make two trips when carrying things. Whether it’s shopping bags, laundry baskets, or an entire Chinese takeaway order, we will strain, struggle, and risk permanent nerve damage just to avoid walking an extra ten feet.

It’s a mystery why we do this to ourselves. Is it laziness? Pride? A deep-seated need to prove we’re physically superior to our own past selves? Whatever the reason, the one-trip mentality is a battle we all fight—and usually lose.

The war against a second trip is fought in driveways, car parks, and stairwells all over the country. It’s a tale as old as time—person against gravity, willpower against common sense, pride against the inevitable snapping of a plastic carrier bag handle. Yet, no matter how many times we fail, no matter how many jars of pasta sauce shatter upon impact with the floor, we never learn.

The Psychology of the One-Trip Mentality

Why Do We Do This to Ourselves?

Let’s be honest: we could make two trips. Nothing is stopping us. But somehow, the idea of willingly going back for a second load feels like defeat. It’s as if our ancestors, who carried entire logs across prehistoric landscapes, would look down upon us for daring to make an extra journey to the car boot.

Then there’s the time-saving illusion. We convince ourselves that carrying all the bags at once will somehow shave minutes off our day. In reality, we spend an extra ten minutes contorting ourselves through doorways like a deranged octopus, hissing in pain as plastic bag handles cut deep into our fingers.

There’s also an element of competition—can I beat my personal best? If last week you managed eight bags in one go, this week you must push for ten. The challenge is relentless, the stakes higher with each passing attempt.

And then there’s social pressure. If anyone’s watching, there’s absolutely no way you’re making two trips. You will pick up all six bags, the multipack of toilet rolls, and the 24-pack of bottled water in one go, even if it means waddling to your front door like an overburdened pack mule.

The Science of the Struggle

The Bag Distribution Dilemma

A seasoned one-trip warrior knows that successful execution is all about strategy. Bags must be evenly distributed across the arms like an overworked supermarket checkout assistant. The heaviest bag? That goes in the dominant hand. Eggs? Balance them precariously on top of the bread and pray for the best.

But the real challenge comes when attempting to unlock the front door. You’ve made it to the final boss battle: extracting your keys while holding what amounts to your body weight in groceries. It’s an act of physical contortion, resembling an interpretative dance, all while the circulation is rapidly leaving your hands.

The Risk-Reward Ratio

Carrying everything in one go comes with its own set of high-stakes consequences.

Scenario 1: The Triumphant Victory

Everything makes it inside in one glorious feat of determination. You close the door behind you, take a deep breath, and revel in your own efficiency. Sure, your arms are temporarily useless and you may never regain feeling in your fingers, but the mission was a success.

Scenario 2: The Absolute Disaster

You got cocky. You pushed the limits. Just as you reach your front door, a handle snaps, a takeaway container tips sideways, and suddenly your precious prawn crackers are confetti for the local pigeons. You briefly consider crying.

Scenario 3: The Near Miss

You’ve made it. You fumble for your keys. Just as you start to celebrate, a single rogue tin rolls out of the bag, making a break for it down the driveway. You must now decide: drop everything and chase it or pretend it was never yours to begin with.

The Lies We Tell Ourselves

After every catastrophic failure, we promise ourselves that next time will be different.

• “I’ll be more careful.” (You won’t.)
• “I’ll do two trips next time.” (You absolutely won’t.)
• “I’ll use one of those trendy granny trolleys.” (You won’t, but good luck convincing yourself.)

And yet, time and time again, we find ourselves standing at the car, calculating bag placement like we’re strategising a military operation. The cycle continues, fuelled by sheer stubbornness and the ever-looming threat of making an unnecessary second journey.

The One-Trip Curse

We all know deep down that making two trips is the sensible choice. But we’re British. Sensible choices aren’t really our thing. Whether it’s refusing to carry an umbrella despite torrential rain or saying “sorry” when someone else bumps into us, we are creatures of bizarre yet unshakable habits.

And so, the one-trip challenge remains. We will struggle. We will drop things. We will get stuck in doorways. But above all, we will persist—because no matter what, we will never make two trips.

And if we do, well, we just won’t talk about it.

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Kerry Freeman

Born and raised in Sheffield, Kerry Freeman is an unrepentant tea addict, cat enthusiast, and lifelong expert in the art of looking busy while doing the bare minimum. By day, she works as a minion in a government department (no, not one of the cute yellow ones with dungarees). By night, she brings her wicked sense of humour to untypicable.co.uk as an occasional contributor, where she fearlessly tackles life’s nonsense with sharp wit, historical references, and the occasional inappropriate joke.

Kerry has no children (by choice, obviously), but she does have a cat, which is basically the same thing but with more attitude and fewer school runs. When she’s not writing, you’ll probably find her at a historical re-enactment, enthusiastically pretending she’s living in another century—preferably one with fewer emails and better hats.

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Self-checkout machines are meant to make our lives easier—quick in, quick out, no need to deal with a cashier asking if you want a bag for your pack of gum. But let’s be honest, these machines have a mind of their own. If you’ve ever dared to use one, you’ll know that what should be a two-minute transaction often turns into a full-blown battle of wits. Here’s a glimpse into the chaotic, passive-aggressive world of the self-checkout machine.

The Passive-Aggressive Welcome

It always starts so politely, doesn’t it? “Please scan your first item.” The cheery tone is almost convincing—until you scan something, and the problems begin. Maybe it doesn’t register, or it scans twice, and suddenly, the machine’s voice has taken on a slightly exasperated edge: “Please wait for assistance.” Already? You’ve barely started! It’s like dealing with that one neighbour who’s outwardly nice but keeps a tally of all your minor infractions.

The Bagging Area Dilemma

Ah, the infamous bagging area. The supposed heart of the self-checkout experience, this is where all hell breaks loose. The machine insists you place your item in the bagging area, but heaven forbid you do it wrong. Too slow? “Unexpected item in the bagging area.” Too fast? “Please place the item in the bagging area.” It’s as if the machine’s sole purpose is to make you feel incompetent at the one thing you thought you could handle: putting an object in a bag.

And let’s not forget when you bring your own bags. You press the “I am using my own bag” button, but does the machine trust you? Of course not. “Please wait for assistance.” Oh, the shame as the assistant saunters over to approve your eco-conscious choice while the queue glares at you.

The Unexpected Item Mystery

This one deserves its own special mention. “Unexpected item in the bagging area.” What item? You’re not a magician pulling rabbits out of hats; you’re just trying to buy some bananas. Is it the bag? Your wallet? Your sheer presence? No one knows. And don’t even try to fix it yourself—one wrong move and the machine locks up tighter than Fort Knox.

Weighing Fruit: A Test of Patience

Fruit and veg are where the true chaos unfolds. You’ve selected apples. You’ve placed them on the scale. But apparently, the machine disagrees. “Please place your item in the bagging area.” They’re already there! You pick them up and put them back down, hoping the machine will come to its senses, but instead, it accuses you of removing an item. At this point, you’re seriously considering leaving your apples behind and switching to a life of pre-packaged everything.

When It Thinks You’re Shoplifting

There’s nothing like being falsely accused of theft by a piece of technology. You scan your item, and suddenly, the screen flashes red: “Approval needed.” Approval for what? Buying cheese? The assistant trudges over, giving you the look that says, “Really? Cheese?” All while the queue behind you sighs loudly enough to shake the shelves.

The Unholy Combination: Alcohol and ID Checks

Nothing brings a self-checkout to its knees faster than alcohol. You scan your bottle of wine, and the machine halts everything: “Approval needed. Age verification required.” The assistant, who is clearly juggling 12 other machines, has to come over to give you the go-ahead. By the time they’ve cleared you, you’re too frazzled to even enjoy your wine later.

Coins and Notes: The Final Battle

You’ve made it to the end, and now it’s time to pay. But of course, the machine has one last trick up its sleeve. If you’re paying with cash, it will inevitably spit your notes back at you with the disdain of a Victorian aristocrat rejecting a subpar butler. And coins? Drop a 5p in, and it’ll clatter around for an eternity before being grudgingly accepted. Contactless might seem like the easy option, but there’s always the chance it’ll decline for no discernible reason, leaving you fumbling for a card as the machine smugly beeps at you.

The Reluctant Farewell

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the machine chirps: “Thank you for using the self-checkout.” It sounds suspiciously like, “Get out and don’t come back.” You grab your bags, your dignity hanging by a thread, and slink away, vowing never to use one of these contraptions again. Until, of course, you’re back next week, lured in by the promise of speed and convenience.

A Love-Hate Relationship

Self-checkout machines are like an unreliable friend: they make grand promises but rarely deliver without drama. Yet, for some reason, we keep going back to them, hoping against hope that this time it’ll be different. Maybe next time, the bagging area won’t rebel. Maybe next time, you won’t need assistance. And maybe next time, you’ll finally emerge victorious, wine in hand, and no “unexpected items” in sight. Or maybe not. But hey, at least it’s never boring.

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Dwight Warner

Dwight Warner is the quintessential oddball Brit, with a weirdly American-sounding name, who has a knack for turning the mundane into the extraordinary. Hailing originally from London, now living in the sleepy depths of Lincolnshire but claiming an allegiance to the absurd, Dwight has perfected the art of finding the surreal in real life. Whether it’s a spirited rant about the philosophical implications of queueing or a deep dive into why tea tastes better in a mug older than you, his blogs blur the line between the abstract and the everyday.

With an irreverent wit and a penchant for tangents that somehow come full circle, Dwight Warner doesn’t just write; he performs on the page. His humour is both sharp and delightfully nonsensical, like Monty Python met your nosiest neighbour and they decided to co-write a diary.

Known for being gregarious, Dwight is the life of any (real or metaphorical) party, whether he’s deconstructing the existential crisis of mismatched socks or sharing his inexplicable theories about why pigeons are secretly running the economy.

A larger-than-life personality with a laugh as loud as his opinions, Dwight Warner invites readers to step into a world where everything’s slightly askew—and that’s exactly how he likes it.

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