Friday, August 26, 2005
Why it was not my day
Mid-afternoon Cheez-Its craving: Run to vending machine (mailroom), insert two quarters. Hit A, hit 4. Pocket change, grab crackers. Set crackers aside, take quick bathroom break. Return to mailroom three minutes later, three minutes later, to find crackers had apparently sprouted legs and gotten the hell out. (The office was all but e-m-p-t-y today, making petty thievery highly unprobable. But obviously, a reality.) Frustrated and wanting, insert last two quarters into machine. A, 4... Cheez-Its become stuck on interior ledge. I am not supposed to have these.
But I do anyway, once a sympathetic coworker kicks the shet out of the thing, thereby delivering the neon-orange, preservative-stacked squares to my waiting hands.
Worth the fuss, though.
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