Yes, I know this has happened before, but as I wait all day to go into Art History at 4pm, I decide a kokalado moccachino would hit the spot. Who cares that the cup is the size of a 3 oz. bathroom cup... who cares that it's my last 3 kunas in coins and the smallest bill I have is 50 kunas ($10USD)... who cares that it's 88 degrees outside, in the shade.
I need a caffeine fix and there's not a damned Dunkin Donuts in the entire city, let alone country. And so I plunk my 3 kunas into the machine, press my buttons and inhale the delicious aroma of coffee and milk and chocolate blending together... again, into the drip pan. To put the icing on the cake, the darn machine beeps when it's done, taunting me... nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.
Cathy tells me I should let the vending machine man know... problem is, he doesn't speak a word of English and I speak even less Croatian. Next time, maybe I'll just jam my head under the plastic door and have at it. Sigh... a
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Forget Murphy-remember to bring your own cup next time ;D
You know what our buddy would say, right?
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