A changing experience

When our car was out AGAIN this past time, hubby had to take me back and forth to work. I knew I would be stuck on campus all day until he returned to pick me up, so with me not having a car, I figured I would take some lunch with me since I had no way of going to go and get something on break. I had this huge 5 gallon bucket bottle of water with me and a sandwich. I thought I was set. I knew class would be from 9 in the morning until 5 in the evening and something told me that this would definitely last.

Well when we got a break around 12:00, I was so hungry that I thought I was going to eat the table legs. I just couldn't take it anymore and so I ate my sandwich and sipped on water until I felt a sense of satisfaction. I don't know what satisfaction I was feeling, but I could still feel the grumbling in my tummy. I had my purse and my bookbag on my arm and I looked inside hoping I would find some kind of change inside to go into the vending machine. One dime, then three dimes. I felt that I was on a roll. I sat the bookbag down and started taking my books out of it in hopes that I would roll up on some kind of change. I did the same procedure with my purse. I dug all the way to the bottom only to find lint and old receipts.

I kept looking at the vending machine in hopes that somebody, anybody, would have left some change in the little thing where change is return. I stick my finger in there and Holy Cow, I found two dimes in there. I kept digging in my bookbag and found a few more dimes. I was all the way up to 80 cents. I was so happy. I looked at the vending machine and I see all this stuff cost one dollar and up and then finally, a miracle happened, I saw a twix bar that was exactly 80 cents. I hurriedly put my new found dimes in this machine and was hoping and yes praying that my candy bar doesn't get stuck, and then I heard it...PLOP.... now that was a great sound to my ears.

Lovingly yours,