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Vending Machines

Vending machines are so irritating-- mechanical contraptions designed to fail So, they take your money and hold their product from your grasp. You stomp and scream into deaf slots to no avail, leave a post-it note for whomever-- But expectations run low that you will receive a refund, your product, or a coupon For a future purchase from a... guess what... Another vending machine!!! written June 4, 2021

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 6/8/2021 7:23:00 PM

Don't you just hate when this happens?!! I once wrestled with a machine in vain for 10 minutes. Finally gave up. My diminutive sister-in-law came along and retrieved my drink for me in about five seconds. ~ Still smiling, teeth gritted, gw

L Milton Hankins
Date: 6/8/2021 7:36:00 PM

I watched it happen while awaiting my plane. Some guy kept putting his money in and getting nothing. Long after he had gone, some guy was bragging, "Hey, I got three cokes for the price of one!" It was so irritating, I wrote this poem. Thanks for your comment and your personal experience with "gritted teeth!"