The dreaded vending machine. I do my best to avoid the vending machine at all costs. Something about food sitting behind a glass door, not knowing how long it's even been there, disturbs me. And really, the specialty refrigerated vending machine with egg salad, burritos, and red bull...umm, I'll pass.
But today, I didn't have time to eat at home therefore I got to work with a rumble in the tumble. So, I succumbed to the stomach grumble and headed to the vending machine. Now regarding breakfast items, there's not much of a selection behind that hazy glass window. And gross, I think I even saw a nose print. really? You need to get that close to see? I would love it for someone to invent a breakfast only vending machine...but then again, I can just see it now; stocked full of high fat, preserved out the wha-zoo breakfast burritos, egg mcnasties, and waffle sticks.
Today, I chose the Strawberry Poptart. With that selection comes the dreaded anticipation of the poptart making it's way out of the wire confines, dropping down into the resevoir, and breaking into a million pieces because of the drop. Seriously, can't they put the breakable items lower??
I guess that's just the way the poptart crumbles. Cheers.
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