Anyway, so here’s a fun story to distract you while we wait for results...
Tonight, on campus, I went to get a drink at a vending machine.
Crouched at one of the machines was a gentleman of a small frame, trying to fish out his snack.
Tonight, on campus, I went to get a drink at a vending machine.
Crouched at one of the machines was a gentleman of a small frame, trying to fish out his snack.
I get my drink, and he’s still going at it.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah, my chips are stuck.”
“Can I help?”
“Sure.”
So, I did what I always do in this situation.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah, my chips are stuck.”
“Can I help?”
“Sure.”
So, I did what I always do in this situation.
I got in a good linebacker stance, pushed the vending machine up off the floor a few inches, and dropped it back down. Chips went straight to the bottom.
“Whoa, thank you!” my new friend said with genuine amazement.
“Whoa, thank you!” my new friend said with genuine amazement.
Which is cool, but for the past hour, I’ve had the weirdest combination of satisfaction and dysphoria and then feminist guilt over the dysphoria.
And I didn’t even get any chips. 😭
And I didn’t even get any chips. 😭
