Soldato
- Joined
- 22 Oct 2002
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- Essex, innit?
I was hungry today. Oh so hungry.
I'd been in the office from 7:30am and left 6:30pm.
I'd had lunch. But it clearly wasn't enough.
I had stomach ache. It was demanding food.
I had 5 mins to wait fro my train. I saw a chocolate vending machine.
I dug deep, oh so deep into my trouser pocket and with glee, pulled out a 50p piece. My only change.
Droolong heavily, I peered through the glass front and weighed up the various choices of sugary snack.
Snickers - too smelly;
Crunchie - a favorite of mine, but in severe hunger situations, just not enough for your money;
KitKat - bleh, my dad eats these.
Crisps - I've never liken them;
Yorkie - Now we're talking!
So in goes my 50p. My only 50p.
Select your number. Number 26. It's number 26. 2.... 6....
I watch in eager anticipation as the spiral turns. My Yorkie gets closer to being mine. All mine.
The sprial stops. The Yorkie stops. No. No. No!
It stayed there. Perched on the edge. Antagonising me. I could hear it laughing.
I tried to shake the machine. No chance.
I shoulder barged it. No chance.
Hang on, someone else wants to use the machine. Let's see if they get my Yorkie. No. The idiot! He selects crisps!
Someone else is there. I ask nicely if they fancy a Yorkie to help push mine through. But she's only buyng a bottle of water. Gah!
Then my train arrives and I have to get on it. Hungy. Oh so hungry!
I'd been in the office from 7:30am and left 6:30pm.
I'd had lunch. But it clearly wasn't enough.
I had stomach ache. It was demanding food.
I had 5 mins to wait fro my train. I saw a chocolate vending machine.
I dug deep, oh so deep into my trouser pocket and with glee, pulled out a 50p piece. My only change.
Droolong heavily, I peered through the glass front and weighed up the various choices of sugary snack.
Snickers - too smelly;
Crunchie - a favorite of mine, but in severe hunger situations, just not enough for your money;
KitKat - bleh, my dad eats these.
Crisps - I've never liken them;
Yorkie - Now we're talking!
So in goes my 50p. My only 50p.
Select your number. Number 26. It's number 26. 2.... 6....
I watch in eager anticipation as the spiral turns. My Yorkie gets closer to being mine. All mine.
The sprial stops. The Yorkie stops. No. No. No!
It stayed there. Perched on the edge. Antagonising me. I could hear it laughing.
I tried to shake the machine. No chance.
I shoulder barged it. No chance.
Hang on, someone else wants to use the machine. Let's see if they get my Yorkie. No. The idiot! He selects crisps!
Someone else is there. I ask nicely if they fancy a Yorkie to help push mine through. But she's only buyng a bottle of water. Gah!
Then my train arrives and I have to get on it. Hungy. Oh so hungry!
