Ugh...That Soda Machine
During lunch most days, I try to come home and take my best friend, Miranda, for a little walk. She likes to trot around the property and visit her friends in the leasing office. Yesterday, though, with the heaviest eyelids I've had since I snored during a foot massage, I knew I'd need to make a stop at the vending machine at my apartment complex. This machine is a Pepsi machine, which I do not prefer, but it'll do in a pinch. My choices are ranked as follows: Dr. Pepper, Mountain Dew, and Pepsi in last place. I don't even have any interest in the rest of the machine's contents. I just needed some caffein.
I dropped my eighty-five cents into the coin slot as Miranda looked on, and I proceeded to press the Mountain Dew button. Nothing happened, so I tried Dr. Pepper. Still nothing happened, so I cringed and pressed the regular Pepsi button. I heard the bump, bump, thump of a can coming down the shoot, and I thought to myself, "well, it's better than nothing." Pretty soon I'd be caffeinated and ready to go back to work.
I leaned down to retrieve my prize, anticipating the ice cold energy coming my way, and what did I receive? A caffein-free grape soda. Grape soda? Come on, vending machine!
Out of sheer desperation, I drank the grape soda anyway. Yes, it did taste like carbonated cough syrup, but I needed a pick-me-up, and at least it had sugar. Until that vending machine and I meet again, it is officially my nemesis. Take note, vending machine! The Spinster will strike when you least expect it!