Somewhere in the back of my mind I remembered that the vending machine took £2 coins, so I happily rolled one into the slot and listened for the satisfying clunk.
Credit 2.00 Please make your selection, said the flashing screen. I smiled and punched in the numbers. 42. A Yorkie bar got released from its spiralling cage and tumbled noisily to the bottom of the machine. Some coins clattered into the change tray.
Some coins.
Turned out to be 35p.
"Oi!" I said out loud. I pushed the release button. Nothing happened. It just said, Credit 0.00.
Maybe it's stuck, I thought. So I put 20p in. I can always get it back if I push the release button.
Credit 0.20 Please make your selection, said the screen.
I pushed the release button.
Credit 0.20 Please make your selection.
Grrr. I've been robbed by the Vending Machine to the tune of £1.20. I rocked it back and forth a bit before realising that that made me look like a rogue and a scoundrel. So I pushed the button again, held it in, and hoped for the best.
Credit 0.20 Please make your selection.
Nothing. I walked off in a huff, back to my desk muttering to myself.
A short while later, I sat there feeling miffed, like the victim of some great outrage. It's probably just my pride, said my conscience annoyingly. More like me missing £1.20, I thought. Grrr.
It was only after a few minutes that I realised I'd left my Yorkie in the bottom of the vending machine.
Unbelievable.
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