I went bowling the other day. (I usually do this awesome one-foot-in-the-air technique that consistently puts the ball in the gutter.) I went to get a Crunch bar from the vending machines. That’s all I wanted. Just a Crunch bar. And this is a blurry picture of what that Crunch bar did to me.
I tried reaching up there. I tried kicking the machine. Nada. Finally some guy came over, said, “Having some trouble?” and before I could confirm that, yes, I was having some trouble, he started shaking the life out of the thing.
And eventually I got my Crunch bar.