It Never Really Has
“It never really has,” he calmly answered.
My mouth opened wide.
Seconds before I finished inquiring, no, delighting, gushing in the fact that my friend Eick of So Good lived in the most luxurious apartment building in the city. In the lobby, just around the corner from the elevator, glowed a vending machine.
Potato chips. M&Ms. Coke.
Luckiest. Renter. On. Earth.
So I asked him:
“How much do you love your vending machine?”
“What’s your best, funniest memory of your vending machine?”
(And I’m now screaming) “When did this vending machine save your fucking life?!”
“It never really has.”
i used to live in a building with vending machine. I loved the late night diet dr. peppers and snackies. loved loved loved. now I live in a house.
i used to work in a building with a vending machine. I loved the late afternoon diet dr. peppers and twizzlers. loved loved loved. now I work in a different building with no vending machine. I need more vending machines in my life. Especially when it is +95 degrees with 100% humidity outside and I can’t brave the heat long enough to walk 50 feet to the nearest sodapop vendor.
i like your interview style, gansie 😉
We love it too and she’s cute tooooo
I’d say about 1 or 2 times/year when I’m totally desperate at work, I use it as an excuse to have chedder bacon potato skins…something that I’m too embarrassed to buy a full bag of at the store. Now that I’m writing about it, I’ll be walking my @$$ to the machine in about 15 minutes. Damnit.
Doritos. Nacho cheese.
gans, you’re writing is getting really fucking good