Pickles is repeating itself

According to Sunday's comic, Hi Flagston has not bought a computer since 1998:

That's the original Bondi Blue iMac G3, and it appears that Hi never replaced the original hocket-puck mouse. He was working with that unusable input device for over a decade and a half. Well, time to upgrade - so does he wipe the drive and set it out on the boulevard, or take it to the recycling center? No:

If there's anything more ridiculous than the age of the machine, it's the idea that Lois would smile if he took it up to the attic. I'll just add it to the other clutter, dear. Might come in handy some time. Most wives would be scowling at this point. Can't you get rid of it? Can't you get rid of anything?

Apparently not. Up in the attic:

So that's the only thing he saves? Old electronics? Plus Jarts, which were banned about forty years ago.

Maybe there's an original Apple up there somewhere worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. Could happen. Elsewhere in comics, Pickles is just admitting to everyone that hardly anyone carries the Sunday strip, or its target market has no short-term memory retention:

Previously:

SCIENCE Clickbait hyperbole for the Effing Love Science crowd: The Supermarket of the Future Knows Exactly What You're Eating

No, it won't. It can't. I don't know half the time until I get there. But the Supermarket of the Future sounds understocked, and expensive.

First. I think he means "hasty choice." Perhaps European food-buying is characterized by frenzied masses of singers, but I doubt it. As for human interactions, the idea t customers will "be able to see the person in front of them buying canned pineapple" is just the stuff of blue-sky sci-fi, man. I mean come on. Next you'll tell me they'll use laser beams and plastic cards to complete the transaction.

Are Europeans currently unable to see people buying caned pineapple? Is there some law that it has to be done under a blanket? In the supermarket of the future, Criswell predicts, you will be able to walk up to strangers and say "I see you have chosen a round container from the Dole conglomerate," and then? Love, perhaps? (Gallic shrug) Who knows where the day may take you.

From the comments, of which there is one:

When you go elsewhere on Munchies, you discover the elastic nature of their editorial standards.

Really. It opened in 1982. It's a Six Flags joint now. The rest of the piece is about a nice lady from Wisconsin who lives in Mexico with an utterly undistinguished collection of recent Coke memorabilia. This website is from Vice. Needs salt.

VotD Grand Overlook Hotel.