March 24, 2009

Karma. . . or something

I just walked downstairs to the break room, intent on procuring a Diet Pepsi. I inserted a dollar into the pop machine, and I was confident I had an additional quarter to cover the cost.

I did not, and the coin return feature wasn't working, so there I stood, a mere 25 cents away from aspartame goodness. Now, I could have said, to no one in particular "hey, could you guard this machine while I go up and grab my wallet?" Instead, I threw caution to the wind and ran back upstairs, navigated the cubicle maze, grabbed my wallet and ran back through the gamut and down the stairs.

And just as I reached the pop machine, a very satisfied individual was just reaching down to retrieve a bottle of water he had just paid only 25 cents for.

I could have pressed the issue. I could have mentioned to the individual that he had just usurped my dollar and pleaded my case. But, why bother?

Instead, I'll just enjoy my current Diet Pepsi a little bit more.

A dollar more.

Posted by Ryan at March 24, 2009 02:30 PM | TrackBack

And yet, even only paying a quarter for his bottle of water, he paid 24 1/2 cents too much. I think you should have put a guillotine choke on him and put him to sleep or forced him to tap.

Posted by: Erik at March 24, 2009 06:02 PM
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