A week and a half ago, Heather and I had an unpleasant
encounter with a vending machine. She wanted a bag of white cheddar popcorn. I
paid the machine and made the selection, but the bag got stuck. I assumed
buying the bag behind it would allow both bags to fall, but instead both bags stuck.
When her dad came to pick us up, Heather told him about the popcorn tragedy. We
went back to the vending machine, and both bags were still hanging there. He
bought the third and fourth bags of popcorn, and both got stuck behind their
brothers. Finally, he rattled the machine until all four bags dropped. The
other day I read you’re more likely to be crushed by a vending machine than
bitten by a shark. That makes perfect sense. I run into evil vending machines
all the time. How often do you meet homicidal sharks?
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