So I'm in line for the vending machine when the kid in front of me starts having trouble getting it to take his dollar bill. Not thinking about it, I joke, "It doesn't like you!" as he motions for me to go ahead while he tries to get his situation, uh, straightened out.
So I step up to put my crisp, beautiful dollar in, and the machine takes it, no problem. But as I watch the coils spin for my Rice Krispy Treat, suddenly my breakfast gets stuck. "Aw, crap! It's because I made fun of you!"
So I stare longingly at it. I start making a few half-assed attempts to shake the machine. I try to look as helpless as possible... until a much larger gentlemen stops, shakes it loose, and then walks away without saying a word.
Then, of course, I went to my class... on feminist ethics.
