Last night I had a bad dream. The vending machine in the cafeteria at
work was sold out of #42s. I have visited this machine so many times
that I have memorized the number where my chocolate goodies reside.
Number 42 peanut M & Ms. Those yellow bags of goodness help me make
it through my workday. I work in Human Resources if that explains
anything.
On really bad workdays I have to buy 2 bags but hope knows one notices.
Some days I hide the second bag as I leave the room. Other days I
hope that they think the other bag is for a co-worker. Because no one
buys 2 bags at the same time from the vending machine.
Damn you vending machine man when you like to mix it up and put plain M
& Ms in a spot reserved for my precious peanuts. The
disappointment is deep. Why couldn’t you have started a second row for
the plain M & Ms I didn’t notice the Whatchamacallits disappearing
quickly and those Honey Buns sure have stuck around for a long time. I
guess I’ll just have to buy the regular M & Ms. And yes I will eat
them even though I don’t like them.
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