Soda

Mar 09, 2004 22:35

You know what I hate? Soda machines. I hate them, you go up to one, put your buck in, which it eats, the coin return doesn't work, it can't make change, and it gives you one. It doesn't say thank you or smile, infact it doesn't even hand the soda to you. You can't steal from it, jip it, work out a deal, pay it back later, its simply a corporate trick. You'd think you'd be able to steal from it easier than a person who gaurds their stock, but you can't. Infact, it taunts you, all those soda's are sitting right there... right there... AND YOU CAN'T GET AT THEM. It's in a fucking plastic box!

But... That's why today was the day.

I never have any money with me so I end up begging some poor nice guy for a buck to buy a soda and get my sugar fix for the day. Three quarters, two dimes, and one nickel later I had a buck and started to head over to the snapple machine to get the best stuff on earth. The vending machines have some sort of computer in them these days so it takes a minute to vend, but despite my impatience the pink lemonade was dispensed with an eerie regularity. I picked up my ironically free prize and began to walk away... AND WITH A FUCKING THUNK THAT PIECE OF SHIT STARTED SPEWING OUT ALL ITS CANS. HELL YEAH, PINK LEMONADE, ICED TEA, RASBERRY, PEACH, ALL OF IT STARTED SPEWING OUT THE DISPENSER! ALL THOSE WHO BELIEVE IN DISESTABLISHMANTARIANISM, COME ON OVER, CAUSE BABY, WE WON TODAY!
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