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So I had another incident the other day with another type of vending machine - a soda machine. I’m starting to think that me and vending machines just don’t get along. This particular incident occurred with the soda machine located within my complex. A couple weeks ago, we all received notes on our doors that a Coca Cola machine was installed in the movie room. Well, needless to say, I was delighted. On those unfortunate evenings when I was thirsty and didn’t have anything at home and was too lazy to go to the store, I would now only have to go to the roof of my building.

Last night was the night I would finally be able to try out the soda machine for the first time. We had plenty of drinks at home, but I wanted something different. Part of me thinks I only wanted something different so that I could use the new soda machine, but whatever.

Well, I get to the soda machine. It’s $1.25 for a 20oz bottle, and I put my dollar in first. Next goes the quarter. Umm, but for some reason, the quarter falls right out. You know, when vending machines reject the change you put in and just spit it right back out? Well, this kept happening. There was absolutely nothing wrong with this quarter. It was a perfect quarter. I kept trying, and trying, and trying to put that fucking quarter in - it would not stay. It only had $1.00 registered, so I couldn’t get my drink. I had to give up, get my dollar and just go back home empty handed. So I press the return dollar button.

What happens? Not only does my dollar NOT come out, but the $1.00 credit disappears as well - as if the machine thought it gave me my dollar back, but it did not. I start pressing that damn button repeatedly, and then I even start to scream a little bit. Not only was I not receiving my refreshing beverage, but my dollar was GONE. All of a sudden, I don’t know what came over me, but I began to shake the machine. I guess I tend to do this often. I don’t know what I hoped to accomplish by doing this, because it’s not a snack machine, but I just felt the need to let my frustrations out this way. I read a sign on the machine while doing this that said “Warning: Shaking machine may cause death” I laughed. I shook it some more.

I was so pissed off, I stopped shaking it to begin punching it a few times. Yes, I was punching it. Punching and shaking it. I realized a couple things at this moment - I was beating up a soda machine, I was beating up a soda machine in my complex, I was beating up a soda machine in a place where any of my neighbors or my landlord could walk in at any moment, I was beating up a soda machine in a spot where there were a good amount of security cameras.

I stopped. I went home. And I was fuming.

Posted: Friday, October 3rd, 2008 @ 8:04 am
Categories: Uncategorized.
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