I am frustration up.
I’m sitting at my desk and I get this overwhelming sweet tooth. I decide that I would like to have myself an ice cream bar. I go downstairs to our little cafeteria thingie. Oh, they don’t sell ice cream bars. They only sell nasty soft serve ice cream. I look around for something to satisfy my sweet tooth. I find nothing I’m interested in. Then I remember that there are a rack of vending machines on the second floor and one of them is refrigerated! It is bound to sell ice cream bars.
I get up there, and yes, there is a refrigerated vending machine. It doesn’t sell ice cream bars. IT SELLS MILK. Ugh. Fine, I guess I’ll get a candy bar. I don’t really like candy bars because I find the chocolate to be sub-standard. I prefer to eat high quality Belgian or Swiss chocolates, but of course I’m not finding that in a vending machine. My eye falls on a Rice Krispie Treat. I like these. It’s not chocolate, and neither is it ice cream, but it’ll do.
I dig in my pocket to get some money.
I have 67 cents in change. The Rice Krispie Treat is 75 cents. There is a bill changer next to the machine. I dig in my pocket again and pull out three five dollar bills. The machine only changes dollars.
Oh my God.
All I wanted was an ice cream bar. I mean, seriously. Why is everything always so difficult?