Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Don't stick things where they don't belong
Usually I write posts about insane things that others do. Today however, it is my turn to be the idiot.
I went to my favorite Chinese Take-out place for lunch today. Nothing goes better with my Chicken & Broccoli over White Rice and Egg Roll (No Duck Sauce) than an ice cold Coca-Cola. But this is a swanky Chinese Place (yes, seriously) and they don't have soda, just Snapple. So I typically wait until I pass the vending machine in my office hallway and get my delicious nectar there.
When you have been working at a place for a while, you learn all kinds of weird things. My useless trivia is the answer to "how exactly does the change sound when it descends through the bowels of the vending machine?" Answer: "Doink, dink, plink, plink, thud, pink, and (if empty) bllllllllll.
Today, all I got was "Doink, dink, plllllt". My quarter got stuck. So how do you get it out? I throw a nickel in there after it. Well, now I'm down 30 cents and my food will start getting cold and doing that nasty Chinese congeal soon. So I don't have time to run back to my desk and then back again. So how do you retrieve 30 cents from a broken vending machine? You stick a key in there.
"Crunch! Doink, dink, plink, plink, thud, pink, bllllllllll."
Well, it worked! I enjoyed a delicious soda with an only slightly congealed special sauce. But now I am locked out of the supply closet until I can get a replacement key made. I didn't lose the key; I kind of broke the key.
While it reminds me of the woman that ate the spider that wriggled, jiggled, and wiggled inside of her, I'm more reminded of Nick from 8th grade who thought it was cool to stick a lead pencil into the electric outlet during Mr. Seckar's math class. Who would have thought one kid's hair could stand up on end like that, not to mention the following power surge throughout the entire Jr. High wing.
Mom always said not to stick things where they don't belong. Perhaps , at 26, I should start to listen.
I went to my favorite Chinese Take-out place for lunch today. Nothing goes better with my Chicken & Broccoli over White Rice and Egg Roll (No Duck Sauce) than an ice cold Coca-Cola. But this is a swanky Chinese Place (yes, seriously) and they don't have soda, just Snapple. So I typically wait until I pass the vending machine in my office hallway and get my delicious nectar there.
When you have been working at a place for a while, you learn all kinds of weird things. My useless trivia is the answer to "how exactly does the change sound when it descends through the bowels of the vending machine?" Answer: "Doink, dink, plink, plink, thud, pink, and (if empty) bllllllllll.
Today, all I got was "Doink, dink, plllllt". My quarter got stuck. So how do you get it out? I throw a nickel in there after it. Well, now I'm down 30 cents and my food will start getting cold and doing that nasty Chinese congeal soon. So I don't have time to run back to my desk and then back again. So how do you retrieve 30 cents from a broken vending machine? You stick a key in there.
"Crunch! Doink, dink, plink, plink, thud, pink, bllllllllll."
Well, it worked! I enjoyed a delicious soda with an only slightly congealed special sauce. But now I am locked out of the supply closet until I can get a replacement key made. I didn't lose the key; I kind of broke the key.
While it reminds me of the woman that ate the spider that wriggled, jiggled, and wiggled inside of her, I'm more reminded of Nick from 8th grade who thought it was cool to stick a lead pencil into the electric outlet during Mr. Seckar's math class. Who would have thought one kid's hair could stand up on end like that, not to mention the following power surge throughout the entire Jr. High wing.
Mom always said not to stick things where they don't belong. Perhaps , at 26, I should start to listen.
# posted by Jay @ 3:45 PM 
