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Sometimes we are faced with a series of events so egregious that we can't but help wonder if the Universe itself is conspiring in a cosmic gag to lay us low. To humble us before the gods. We try to keep cool in the face of the small things, but there are days when the small things keep adding up. They add up and pile up, insult on top of injury. And then snap, the switch has been flipped. Now it's ON.
It starts as an extension cord repeatedly getting stuck on everything it's not supposed to get stuck on and then failing to remain in the one place it was design to remain plugged into (the socket). Escaping would seem the logical choice and so you might drive across town to escape but if there are 10 green lights, and the day is bad, they will all turn red. You'll get stuck behind someone who's never heard of the fact that the left lane is for passing. Also their muffler will be broke and you're developing carbon monoxide poisoning.
Eventually you make it to your destination, late. And you have a thirst to slake. But this time the gods favor you with the exact amount of change for the perfect drink to slake your thirst. You plink the coins into the machine and press the buttons. But then your diet coke doesn't come out. No! That would be too easy. That would make sense. On days like this, you don't get what you pay for. No, today the only thing you get is elevated blood pressure. In fact, it's just gone from elevated to erupted. And then snap, the switch is ON.
Finally it's time to rage against the machine. But this machine is a vending machine. And this rage is, thankfully, roid-rage (thank you Test P) You might get strange looks if you plant you fist through the drink machine. Onlookers might even be frightened. But then they'll come to their senses because, hey "Drinks are on the house!"
I don't recommend you punch a vending machine. But there are times when even immortals must rage against the occasional machine.
Ever have a shitty day?
It starts as an extension cord repeatedly getting stuck on everything it's not supposed to get stuck on and then failing to remain in the one place it was design to remain plugged into (the socket). Escaping would seem the logical choice and so you might drive across town to escape but if there are 10 green lights, and the day is bad, they will all turn red. You'll get stuck behind someone who's never heard of the fact that the left lane is for passing. Also their muffler will be broke and you're developing carbon monoxide poisoning.
Eventually you make it to your destination, late. And you have a thirst to slake. But this time the gods favor you with the exact amount of change for the perfect drink to slake your thirst. You plink the coins into the machine and press the buttons. But then your diet coke doesn't come out. No! That would be too easy. That would make sense. On days like this, you don't get what you pay for. No, today the only thing you get is elevated blood pressure. In fact, it's just gone from elevated to erupted. And then snap, the switch is ON.
Finally it's time to rage against the machine. But this machine is a vending machine. And this rage is, thankfully, roid-rage (thank you Test P) You might get strange looks if you plant you fist through the drink machine. Onlookers might even be frightened. But then they'll come to their senses because, hey "Drinks are on the house!"
I don't recommend you punch a vending machine. But there are times when even immortals must rage against the occasional machine.
Ever have a shitty day?