...located at Chase at Deerwood Park in Southside...it will steal your money and laugh at you.
Okay, so the other week I went into the vending room to grab a nice cold beverage, and I noticed that the machine to the right had a couple of Post-It's with messages such as, "Damn. This piece stole ten cents. Call me as soon as you get this message. Dial extenstion 1425."
So I giggled and thought to myself, "What cheapskates, man", and then left and thought nothing else of it. So then the following day I put a dollar in to get some hot fries (which were fifty-five cents), and the machine gave me fifteen-cents back. Oh hell no!
I stormed back to my desk and wrote on a bright yellow Post-It, "NOTICE: THIS MACHINE RIPS OFF AN INORDINATE AMOUNT OF PEOPLE!"
I strategically placed this directly above the coin slot for maximum effect.
So I come in the next day to get another drink, and lo-and-behold, a few other people figure this is their opportunity to go on a hunger strike with me! Not only were there a couple of people that joined the rebellion with me via Post-Its, somebody was actually huffy enough to waltz back to their desk, and angrily bang each one of his/her fingers on their defenseless keyboard to type this message:
Okay, so that's fine and all, but then, for reasons unknown to me, some OTHER dude decided to jump on the bandwagon by feigning disappointment in the machine's integrity as well. How do I know this? Because he/she wrote the vague response of, "This machine stole fifteen cents! Call me at extension 6565. - Eric" This obviously wasn't me, and extention 6565 just takes you to a directory of people, so without a last name, this was useless information.
So after I laughed at that, I realized something standing there looking at all the tangible, sloppily written, pointless, and excessive amounts of RAGE in the form of Post-Its. I learned that it made me glad that no matter our background-- no matter which race, creed, religion or socio-economic status (which was obviously hurtin' since we were griping over change); I am completely ecstatic that I was able to stand up with my fellow brothers and sisters on that glorious day to rise against the powers that be by 'sticking it to 'The Man' by sticking the Post-Its on the machine. Remember, no matter how upset you are, even machines are programmed to tell you to "Have a nice day." (See below, circled in blue.) But yes...I did. I did have a nice day. You have a nice day with my thirty-cents, you fuckin' sarcastic ass pile of metal.."I WILL TIP YOU!"
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