trinityvixen | (no subject)

I am going to murder the company man who refills the downstairs soda machine when next I see him. Nothing personal, I'll say, but your machine has probably eaten something close to $5 of mine in the past year. Yes, $5 isn't much, but it's an annoyance that compounds my guilt at paying through the nose as it is for chilled Diet Pepsi I shouldn't be drinking anyway.

Today's escapades with said soda machine involved the damn thing not registering when I'd put in a nickel. It got it okay when I put in a $1 coin, but didn't credit me that mysterious missing nickel. I hit the change button to get back the coins, hoping against hope the nickel would be among my change, but alas, no. I steered clear of nickels, and subsequently lost a dime and a quarter, the latter after unsuccessfully jamming it into the machine to try and jar loose my extra change. I wouldn't have tried ever again, but I was mislead by it registering some of my change after it ate the first bits.

I gave up and went and bought my soda from the cafeteria. I am going to murder the man who collects money from that machine.