Myfirst clue that the free lunch we won wouldn't be gourmet fare was the fact that it was being sponsored by a retirement home. The second clue for me came when I started to eat my lunch of pizza sticks, potato chips and hair - not exactly an appealing combo.
So I decided to walk down to the pop machine where I started a one-sided tug of war with the dollar changer on the front. I crammed my bill into the slot and waited for the mechanical pull to grab at my currency. When nothing happened I continued to cram my dollar into the slot hoping for a miracle of machinery to result in my getting a caffeinated soda. However, three minutes later I knew I was starting to look more like a client than an employee so I fished out the revolting $1.25 in change and inserted it.
Somehow, as if I hadn't been insulted enough by the vending machines, I decided that a Twix bar would be the perfect combo with my Pepsi. I held my breath as I put my rejected dollar up to the bill slot and - beamed as it was smoothly pulled inside and registered on the tiny screen. My Twix fell smoothly to the bottom of the machine and I reached for it and my change. Which wasn't there. The machine had decided to stiff me my change.
So - in summation, I almost ate a hair (not mine) and was then outsmarted by not one, but two, machines.
Okay, fine, it was three. For two days I had been trying to send a fax back to a company that sends applicants our way for open jobs and kept receiving a busy signal. I was red-faced and huffing and more than a little mad when I picked up the sheet and began dialing the company's number. And paused.
I had been dialing my own fax number. Every time. For two days.
Is it too late to join the Amish?