Crazy Day with the vending machine

As my day has been treading along I have been feeling drained and listless. I felt I needed to treat myself to some Doritos and a Coke. (The caffeine should wake me up from this fog.) I will I admit I did contemplate the ramifications of going against the norm and having two sodas in a week instead of one. Did I feel daring? Oh yeah! I made the commitment and dug for the money in my purse. Now I have not been having much luck with the infamous soda machine. On my other purchases I have had to try to enjoy near flat or warm soda with my favorite afternoon snack, popcorn. Anyone who has sat at a poker table through one bad hand after the next, knows the anticipation of chanting the phrase "The next one is going to be the winner." That was my attitude as I walked down that lonely hallway with my dollar bills clutched in my hand. As I inserted my money I wonder which of the four rows was going to be my friend and dispense the most flavorful of Cokes. The tension built as I picked number 40 and waited for the soda to drop. When I picked it up I was elated. It was really cold. My spirits dropped quickly when I saw the date on the bottle, Aug 24 2009. Is it August? (my heart beating fast) No it is September. I got a flat coke (sigh). I wasn't going to be discouraged that easily. I went to the office manager and got reimbursed so I can attempt another row. This time I was not going to rely on my own luck but asked everyone in the break room to help me choose the winning row. It was decided to try row 42 this time. I should have realize this was not a winning proposition when I found out the number was chosen because it was even. So is 40 and that did me no good. Out came the soda and it was dated Aug 24 2009. Oh the agony! After this second defeat I had to decide if my brand loyalty was going to win out over my need for a soda. I never got to make that decision. The third time I gave my money to spin the soda wheel it didn't like the dimes I resorted to using. It swallowed them up with out giving me my credit. Of course it wouldn't give them back. Now I wasn't going to let the loss of some dimes keep me from my soda so I found some big thick quarters. "This won't stick" I said with a crazed look in my eyes . Even though it can not be heard by human ears I am sure the soda machine was chuckling a devilish laugh as it spit out my quarters as I was putting them in. The gods, sitting up on high, have been looking down on me shaking their heads. When will I learn I am not getting a soda today. It has been quite humbling to be beaten down by the evil machine. The terminator has nothing on the diabolical schemes of this hunk of metal.