Diet Coke Crisis

Diet Coke...mmm...I am not afraid to admit that I am an addict. Fully aware of what caffeine does to you, I drink it anyway. When you are subject to migraines like the women in my family are, Diet Coke is a necessity of life. This week was one of the frequent occasions that a migraine decided to take over my life. Naturally, I have relied on Diet Coke and Excedrin for relief, like many of the women before me. Today however, every Diet Coke machine in the world decided that they wanted me to suffer.

At about 10:00 this morning my head was throbbing so I decided that I needed my fix. I had some time between classes, so I thought I'd drop by the Cafe' in the library and get a fountain drink. I had my money all ready to go, and was impaciently waiting when, much to my dismay, I was informed that the Coke was out. NO!!! I couldn't believe my ears, and the pain in my head worsened at the disappointment. I left the library and crossed the street to the Education building where I had my next class. I turned the corner by the stairs and...FATE! There was a coke machine just waiting for me. I got my money out, but unfortunately the stupid machine didn't take dollar bills. So in order to get enough change I bought a 50 cent gum pack in the food machine next to it, ( I was desperate ) and somehow scrounged the $1.25 necessary. I put my change in and punched in B5, my vending machine number of choice. The screen said vending, but nothing happened! NOTHING! My money came spewing out of the coin return and the machine suddenly said, OUT OF ORDER. This could not be happening to me? It just couldn't be. Very frustrated now, I trudged into the Tech building for yet another boring and unhelpful math session. As I walked in, I noticed yet another coke machine in the hallway. I thought, 'What the Heck, I might as well try it right?' WRONG! After making my selection, the words SOLD OUT flashed across the screen. I just about broke down right then and there. The whole world was against me? How could Diet Coke betray me like that? After all the years I've given to it, how could it do that to me?

I walked home in the pouring, and I mean pouring rain. By the time I got home I looked like I had showered again. My shoes squidged and my nose was frozen, but I didn't care... all I could do was think about how Diet Coke let me down.

Don't worry, I finally got one before work. Perserverance people...