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on my hands and knees, i ran my fingers through the deep shag carpet. i meticulously covered every square inch of the floor like a lawnmower, working my way back and forth.
it was the poorest i had ever been in my life.
still a nickel short and only a few more feet of carpet before me. i shared the room with 3 other guys, surely one had recently droped nickle or dime somewhere.
a dime! probably 5 cents more than i would need.
i had not eaten since lunch the day before, a box of those little debbie oatmeal cookies fused together with white frosting for 89 cents. i sat alone in the park eating one after another hoping not to be seen or recognized. i used to like little debbie, but after the 6th one my teeth hurt.
clutching my carpet cash, i made my way downstairs to the vending machine. i could hear many people conversing and laughing in the front room, i was embarrased and hoped no one would notice me. through the glass, i inspected all offerings and the net weight of each. some net weights were obstructed by the release coil. those were eliminated as options. I couldn't afford to take a chance on an unknown.
m&m's a rip off. chips and pretzels are misleading, because the hard to eat crumbs and salt grains at the bottom of the bag contribute to the net weight. snickers tastes good, but taste did not factor into the purchase cirteria. dolly madison zingers were the winner, a whopping 4.25 oz.
i returned to my room, sat on the bed alone, holding a zinger wishing it was someone else.
Posted by griff at May 24, 2002 07:52 AM