During the breaktime of my class this afternoon, I decided to walk down to the vending machines to get a diet coke. For some reason, this semester, the machines in this building have been much quirkier than usual. In particular, the snack vending machine is always demanding exact change. On more than one occassion I have either borrowed from or lent quarters, nickels or dimes to one of my classmates as we persevere to meet the machine's unreasonably strict demands. I just want some cheeze-its!
Luckily, today, I did not feel the need to challenge the snack vending machine to a duel. I just wanted a nice cold, refreshing beverage--and normally the coke machines are much more receptive to the honest offering of a crisp $1 bill.
I put my dollar bill into the slot and it fed smoothly into the machine. Now, in a moment of identity confusion, the coke machine suddenly thought it was a dollar bill changer, and coins began dropping down to the coin return slot. "I didn't press the coin return button!" I quickly defended my innocence. Then I had a vague recollection that the same thing happened to me a week or two ago when I used this same machine. (Note to self.)
I waited patiently for my four quarters to drop: ching. ching. ching. ching. ching. ching.
Wait a minute... ching. ching. That's more than four... ching. ching. ching. What's happening...? ching. ching. ching.
Then it finally dawned on me--these aren't quarters. I'm getting back one dollar's worth of change in nickels! ching. ching.
"Hey, this is like winning the slots!" I laughed cheerily. "I hit the jackpot!" ching. ching. ching. ching.
I scooped the pile of coins into my hand--it nearly took both hands!--and moved on to the second coke machine sitting right next to the first. My suspicion was right: this machine was much more poised and ready for business and the transaction ran smoothly.
With diet coke in hand and I was now ready to return for the second half of class. I began the walk back with a grin on my face.
Little joys in life often come when we least expect it. Today was my lucky day.
April 15, 2024 (Vol.32, No.8) – Happenings
1 week ago
6 comments:
That is a hilarious story. I like my coke machine at work much better. It's called a refrigerator. And it's stocked full of free beverages. Now that's what I call a jackpot.
Our office only provides water and coffe. For a diet coke/pepsi, we get to go to the "rip off" store downstairs, where they charge a dollar for a can, and $1.50 for a bottle. (insert groan here)
I was literally laughing out loud at this one! Kristy, you are so good at telling these stories.
I can imagine the smile on your face and the laughter!!
Still no time to blog yet?
Updated post please! :)
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