Rage against machine
So I thought I would just share this tidbit from my day...
The snack machine on the 1st floor of ChemPhys is ghetto. I felt homely just looking at it. First off, someone has scrawled senseless babblings all over it. Secondly, there are only like 3 rows of snacks, all scrunched in the middle. The top two rows and the bottom two rows are empty. I mean, I go to vending machines expecting an abundance of choices and this one machine just didn't deliver. Something about a raspberry sticky bun and a pack of Big Red doesn't exactly do it for me. It did, however, have my main target, Reese's Cups. Something else interesting about this machine is that the little door at the bottom that you typically push in and retrieve your snack was broken. I looks like someone has bashed it in in an effort to get their hands on a sleeve of jalapeno crackers. The Reese's were D6, but I had to go on faith that it was cause the D was covered up. I pushed the button, and in true phlegm-clearing fashion, the stupid machine spit the Cups down, past the broken door and right onto the floor, facedown. I scooped them up and headed off to class. The end.
The snack machine on the 1st floor of ChemPhys is ghetto. I felt homely just looking at it. First off, someone has scrawled senseless babblings all over it. Secondly, there are only like 3 rows of snacks, all scrunched in the middle. The top two rows and the bottom two rows are empty. I mean, I go to vending machines expecting an abundance of choices and this one machine just didn't deliver. Something about a raspberry sticky bun and a pack of Big Red doesn't exactly do it for me. It did, however, have my main target, Reese's Cups. Something else interesting about this machine is that the little door at the bottom that you typically push in and retrieve your snack was broken. I looks like someone has bashed it in in an effort to get their hands on a sleeve of jalapeno crackers. The Reese's were D6, but I had to go on faith that it was cause the D was covered up. I pushed the button, and in true phlegm-clearing fashion, the stupid machine spit the Cups down, past the broken door and right onto the floor, facedown. I scooped them up and headed off to class. The end.