The Third to Last Straw
Internal monologue occuring 2.5 minutes ago:
Mmm, diet Dr. Pepper. So glad they got the vending machines back. Ok, I don't really NEED a snack, but mmm... M&Ms. Oh, Raisinets! Yay! Fifty cents in... F2... Why are they not coming out? Use correct change? How is two quarters not fifty cents? Motherfucker, give me my fucking money back! Fuck. I am so quitting this place.
Mmm, diet Dr. Pepper. So glad they got the vending machines back. Ok, I don't really NEED a snack, but mmm... M&Ms. Oh, Raisinets! Yay! Fifty cents in... F2... Why are they not coming out? Use correct change? How is two quarters not fifty cents? Motherfucker, give me my fucking money back! Fuck. I am so quitting this place.
1 Comments:
the pop machine at my work did that to me on thursday. right after i had the "why am i drinking pop?" conversation i had inside my head.
luckily for me, i got to go open up the machine and get the coke out.
so there, stupid machine.
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