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epistle log 40rty 0ne
redemption of pop
early to class (for once, and no one there to care), so i went down to second floor alter for a 20 ounce soda/pop/cola/coke in a plastic bottle. standing in line, exact change rattling in my right hand. the girl before me, in a hurry, thought her coke got stuck, though it was only off to the side at a funny angle. well, i pumped my change in with alarmingly practiced ease, and pulled out both her and my coke. in a huff, she had disappeared. so, i set one on top of the machine, looked at the two in line behind me, and shrugged.
three hours later, going for my second coke of the day, it was still there. i smiled.
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