Making people happy fifteen cents at a time.

Sometimes I don't eat lunch. Sometimes. I know it's a bad habit, but it's just the way my day goes occasionally. On some of those days, (much like today) I'll decide to have a bag of pretzels. No cholesterol just salt, carbs and a wee bit of fat. Almost none to speak of.

They cost eighty five cents. So do Fritos corn chips, but those are even too salty for me. Either way I feed my dollar in. I get a dime and nickel back. As well as my bag of sustenance. Right next to the vending machine is the change machine. The change cups are really close together. So close in face that when one bends over to retrieve one's dime and one's nickel one's hand passes right by the other change cup. You know the one where the only thing the person is looking for is quarters. I can't help but drop my fifteen cents change into the other cup thinking that someone will go to break a dollar and get a dollar eighty five. Do they notice? Probably sometimes because I bet they are about to do something with quarters. Do they thing they got "longed" by the machine? Likely. Do they call the company and give back the fifteen cents. I hope not.

It's the little things that amuse me.