On a visit to Sam’s Club the other day, I got mildly irritated—not angry or mad—just irritated.

It happened as I came into the produce section and went by an area of the store where a Sam’s Club worker was putting oranges through a machine to make freshly squeezed orange juice.

I usually enjoy the tangy fragrance as I go through the aisles selecting the produce I need, but today, I was assaulted by a high-pitched noise coming from the machinery that automatically squeezes the oranges to p...