Staring at the enemy
April 1st, 2008 at 3:00pm |
My hand was poised at the vending machine. Two crisp dollar bills had been inserted.
Out of Mug Rootbeer again.
Mug Rootbeer is not my drug of choice. I’d rather drink Barq’s, but our company’s vending machines don’t stock it. I consider myself lucky to get Mug.
But the vending machine is not stocked that well with Mug, [...]
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