November 23, 2000

I prepare for my pilgrimmage on this day of Thanksgiving (despite the fact that I'm not American) to the land of vending machines by breaking my $5 bill buying a lemonade Fruitopia at the Coffee Time cart. Still mourning the loss of their berry lemonade which I haven't seen for months. Then I am off to the Promised Land. After trading five pennies for a nickel to a girl that had all but 5 cents of what she needed for her M&Ms already inserted in the machine, which wouldn't return it, I put my money in and buy a Mirage bar. Then an Aero. Only after they both drop down do I realize I wanted either a Mirage and a Mars bar or an Aero and a Mars bar, not a Mirage and an Aero, as they're both from the same food group and variety is critically important for a nutritious meal. I wince in anguish and drop to my knees. From there I dig in my purse for sufficient change to finish my task. I get my Mars bar, then collect all three from the bottom of the machine and throw them in my bag along with the Fruitopia. I head off to my acconting class, then once there, take my seat, get out my Fruitopia, and unwrap the Mars bar. Ahhhhh...lunch is served.

Today's Rambling brought to you by the letter M, as well as too many fat grams to count.