Lights To Lies

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So I went to buy something at the vending machine around 3pm. That’s a new thing I have. I get a craving and I just venture into the kitchen and scope out my choices. Usually I go for a Snickers or a Twix, but today I felt like some Bruschetta chips. I let the machine suck in my dollar bill, pressed B5 and watched in slow motion as my bag of chips moved ever so close to it’s cliffhanger moment. And just like in cliffhanger, my bag of chips hung on. I was out 85 cents and my craving for the chips growing by the moment. What else can a guy do when he is denied his mid-afternoon prize? Shake the damn vending machine of course. A few desperate shakes later I succumbed to defeat and went to get my wallet for more change. Grabbed all the change I had in the obviously empty change pocket of my wallet. Slid the coins in one at a time only to realize that I was 30 cents short. Pushed the return button and heard my coins dutifully clunk their way back down to the change receptacle. I was still craving chips. Impatient, I went for the bill section of my wallet. Found a five’r and let the machine swallow the bill. Hit B5 again and watched in triumph as two bags of Bruschetta chips tumbled down to within reach. My focus was shattered by the annoying clunking noise of coins hitting the change receptacle. My four remaining dollars were returned to me in quarters. Two bags of chips in one hand and a wallet full of change in the other I navigated back to my office. I felt strangely disappointed and in dismay. I realized I no longer had the craving for those Bruschetta flavored chips. Yet now I had two bags of them. I opened up one bag and began to munch on the chips inside in the hope of alleviating the annoyances of the past 5 minutes.

I don’t like Bruschetta chips anymore.