So I go out to get whatever snail-mail I have waiting for me, and decide on the way back to stop at the little laundry facility to get a 20oz 7up out of the vending machine to go with my salty lime flavored tortilla chips that I will enjoy while watching last nights
House.
The first quarter falls through the coin slot and out the bottom, so I try another, it has the same effect. The third quarter doesn't fall, it gets stuck. After a few curse words and some shoving of the machine, (this kind of thing has happened before) I was about to leave but kicked the bastard first. All my quarters plus an extra 60 cents fell out.
Rather than press my luck on this disastrous monstrosity, I walked a short distance to another building and another vending machine. With tasty beverage securely in hand I began the return back to my apartment across the poorly lit parking lot...and slipped on a patch of black ice. I layed there for just enough time to think over the events that led to this moment, then i got up and walked back to my apartment.
The ironic moral here:
It's rare, but anger can sometimes bring you fortune
but be careful with your newfound luck
from grace you can easily fall,
watch your
ass