I had such dreams

Today during lunch hour I sat silently contemplating my life, mostly the lack of chocolate bar in my life, and I decided to pay a visit to the vending machine.

I thumbed through my change purse to find the $1.50 needed, and came to the revelation that I'm gonna pay for as much of the charge in dimes as possible, just to spite the vending machine, because it keeps giving me back dimes and nickels in change.

SO FRUSTRATING.

C'MON VENDING MACHINE, I KNOW YOU HAVE SOME QUARTERS IN THERE.

Personal vendetta.

Natasha comes with me to the vending machines, and we each station ourselves in front of one.

I begin placing dimes in the slot, and it takes the first 3, but decides my 4th dime just ain't good enough for it.

VENDING MACHINE, SRSLY..

I start forcefully putting the same dime in the coin slot over and over saying TAKE IT, TAKE IT and eventually the machine complies.

I yell over to Natasha, "Ya just gotta be forceful with the things."

I know my machines.

When I look to Natasha, she stands facing me, full of remorse.

She says to me, she says, that the machine has stolen her toonie. She presses the coin return button but nothing comes out.

"Don't worry Natasha, I got this," I say, and I slam the heel of my palm down onto the coin return button.

Jingling of coins is heard, but nothing in the change slot.

Another press. Nothing.

I slam my palm down onto the button again and hit my hip against the glass and

and

AND

SUCCESS.

Natasha makes congratulatory noises.

"YOU JUST GOTTA SHOW IT WHO'S BOSS" I say

to a crowded hallway.

"I feel like I'm treating these machines like my hoes. :( " I say.

to a crowded hallway.

Stares ensue.

ON A RELATED NOTE: I once took a career aptitude test that said I'd make a delightful vending machine operator.

Who knew!