A Very Short Tragedy
I look at the trapped bag of Gardetto’s Snack Mix trapped at the top of the vending machine and wonder. How did the person craving these crisp, salty delights feel as they watched in horror as the steadily turning piece of corkscrewed metal stopped just just short, pinning their snack in a state of suspended tantalization instead of pushing it into momentary free fall. Did they shrug this off as just one of these things, mutter with resigned cynicism, “Well, there goes a buck and a half I’ll never get back,” or curse the heavens, pound the machine, raging in frustration as this simple mechanical error proved to be the capper of a day in which nothing went right?
That it is the “Big Bag” only adds to the tragedy; the fact that so many of those Worchester sauce-infused, tiny dried pieces of mini rye bread have been unjustly trapped only rubs salt in the wound, adding insult to the already sustained injury of a snack denied. Shaking the machine would prove, not only superfluous, but embarrassing while the “Best Used By Dec 21 2015” recommendation proves bitterly ironic as following this advice has become a dream deferred.
No, it’s not the end of the world; it just would have been a welcome improvment on the too-ripe banana resting on his desk.
That it is the “Big Bag” only adds to the tragedy; the fact that so many of those Worchester sauce-infused, tiny dried pieces of mini rye bread have been unjustly trapped only rubs salt in the wound, adding insult to the already sustained injury of a snack denied. Shaking the machine would prove, not only superfluous, but embarrassing while the “Best Used By Dec 21 2015” recommendation proves bitterly ironic as following this advice has become a dream deferred.
No, it’s not the end of the world; it just would have been a welcome improvment on the too-ripe banana resting on his desk.