Saturday, July 4, 2009

The Vending Machine Hates Me

We have a wall of vending machines in our break room. One dispenses frozen items. Last week, in desperate want of chocolate, I chose a frozen Snickers ice cream bar. I put in my money. I pressed the right buttons in the right order. And I retrieved from the machine...a beef and bean burrito. Not a happy thing. (You see, that morning, someone had stolen my very last Ferraro Rocher chocolate from my desk. My very last one. I have received a ransom note, but have not been able to retrieve the chocolate.)

This morning I went to the same machine to get a hot pocket for breakfast. The machine took my money and then twirled its screws until...my hot pocket was halfway on and halfway off the rack. Ok, I thought...I will buy two of them, then the second will push the first down and I will be able to eat breakfast! I put in my money. It twirled its screws. And one--only one!--hot pocket fell to the bucket.

I heated up my twice-paid-for hot pocket and then...what is this? A thump?! Oh, yes, my second hot pocket has....fallen onto the secret shelf that apparently only opens when the machine WANTS it to open, and is still irretrievable! Argh!

So...I put in my money, and I pushed the buttons for a Snickers Ice Cream bar...and this time it worked and I got all my paid-for food items...far too much to eat for breakfast, but mine nonetheless.

And I thought packing breakfast sounded like too much work this morning.

2 comments:

Donna said...

LOL! The best was one of the hospitals Brian was in, where someone had apparently switched every last soda around in the machine. Like people waiting for a loved one in surgery need more stress...

Good thing I have a good sense of humor, and I had plenty of change!

Jenny-Fair said...

I suppose we can go with the benefit of the doubt...they were bored, they couldn't read, they were dealing with the stress of waiting on a surgery patient...but still...LOL