Thwarted

I went out to the one and only machine which sells my soft drink of choice, Pepsi One. I consume 2 to 4 of them per day at work, usually between 8 am and 2 pm. Steve, who owns and stocks the machines, says I keep him in business. (Couldn't I just hand him $20 every week, and ask him to walk one up to me when I'm out?) The machine's out in the shop. You're going to know that my foot pain's bad when I won't walk to get it. Really. I suppose I could roll the chair out, though...

Anyhow. Today, I found this:



















The had cordoned off my machine!!

Curses!!!



















Please pardon the second photograph, hard to judge the light from the reflective cones.

You don't want to get between me and my PepsiOne. And check out that first picture, again. See what they're advertising on the bus on the right side? Yes, that's right, Pepsi!

Grrr.

I've been more or less addicted to Pepsi products since I was about 12. Before diagnosis, it was regular pepsi. Since diagnosis, Diet Pepsi, although I signficantly prefer PepsiOne. It tastes much closer to the taste my system remembers from the High Fructose Corn Syrup sweetened stuff.

I leaned carefully over the protective tape and put my coins in the machine. I sweet talked one of the workers into handing the can to me. I smiled and walked away.

Tomorrow is another day. And it had better be better.