While near a vending machine, for my afternoon break, I saw a fat woman make use of said vending machine. First at the drink machine she got a Pepsi, she then waddled 1 foot-to the side-to the snack machine. She deposited her first .75, her prize? A nice size bag of doritos (prob 2 servings worth). Now, I thought to myself, she shouldn't really be eating that. Then, I heard clink, clink, clink-another .75. This apparently wasn't an impulse buy, it seemed more of a "I'm still going to be hungry after this bag of chips, what else should I get," buy. D6-Butterfinger. A king-size one. OK. Clink, clink, clink, clink, clink-another .75. She must have ran out of quarters. I think she knew what she wanted, a quick flick of her gristle covered pudge-finger. Baaa. . .Its stuck. Its stuck between the glass and the lower level of snacks. SMACK. With one swift(?) punch of the glass her third afternoon treats falls to its death. Herris Potato chips, looks to be another 2 server.

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