So there I am
So there I am, exposing my underwear to passerby...
...at the laudromat.
Anyways, I'm unloading clothes from the washer for subsequent loading into the designated drying apparatus when three techno-punks walk in. There's three of them, each one with their own revival of the flock-of-seagull hair-style that didn't look good in the 80's and is still unflattering. They walk up to the Coke machine and the alpha-seagull puts his dollar in and makes his selection.
**Beverage Denied.**
**Change Denied. No, wait, here's a dime.**
"Shit, man," says the alpha.
"Shit!" quoth the beta.
"Dude, shit," mutters the gamma.
"Dude, shit dude! It took my money and only gave me a dime back!"
Unison: "Shit!"
They all proceeded to leave, mentally suffering beyond belief, and ironically stepped in a pile of dog droppings.
At least in my imagination.
THE BEST PART: Fourty minutes later as I'm reading my book waiting for my clothes to dry, a can of Coka-Cola falls out of the vending machine slot as some random bloke walkes by said machine. He looks at me, dumbfounded.
I think it says something about your culture when even the vending machines are beauraucratic, eliciting a forty-minute waiting period.
...at the laudromat.
Anyways, I'm unloading clothes from the washer for subsequent loading into the designated drying apparatus when three techno-punks walk in. There's three of them, each one with their own revival of the flock-of-seagull hair-style that didn't look good in the 80's and is still unflattering. They walk up to the Coke machine and the alpha-seagull puts his dollar in and makes his selection.
**Beverage Denied.**
**Change Denied. No, wait, here's a dime.**
"Shit, man," says the alpha.
"Shit!" quoth the beta.
"Dude, shit," mutters the gamma.
"Dude, shit dude! It took my money and only gave me a dime back!"
Unison: "Shit!"
They all proceeded to leave, mentally suffering beyond belief, and ironically stepped in a pile of dog droppings.
At least in my imagination.
THE BEST PART: Fourty minutes later as I'm reading my book waiting for my clothes to dry, a can of Coka-Cola falls out of the vending machine slot as some random bloke walkes by said machine. He looks at me, dumbfounded.
I think it says something about your culture when even the vending machines are beauraucratic, eliciting a forty-minute waiting period.
posted by Erik at 5:56 PM
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Get in shape with this energy pill. Lose all the pounds you want and show your underwear off right.
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