I was in the break room the other day at the vending machine. I wanted a sweet treat in the middle of the afternoon–and I had one dollar–that is–one, one-dollar bill. That’s all. No extra change. No nothing. I just wanted a sweet treat.
I fed the dollar bill to the machine–AND IT STUCK THERE! It didn’t give me my sweet treat. The dollar was stuck. The light that said Coins Only lit up.
Two other people were in the break room. We all stood around the machine and kicked it a bit. Well, maybe I was the only one who gave it a kick. But we all stood around the machine and lamented how it took my only dollar. Since it was my only dollar (and I had no coins) I was not going to enjoy my sweet treat that day.
One fellow offered the coins he had in his pocket. But they only added up to 25 cents. You don’t get a sweet treat for 25 cents anymore–especially out of a vending machine.
I was so disappointed. I called the service number on the vending machine and left a message that the machine ate my dollar–and I was deprived of having an afternoon sweet treat.
Today, my colleague told me there was an envelope at the front desk with my name on it. I went to investigate. It was my dollar!!! My very valuable dollar. I guess somebody came to fix the machine and retrieved my dollar.
I didn’t need the sweet treat anyway. I’m glad I got my dollar back.
Hi from a fellow Canadian/35 year-old/almost-divorced/wino! š