Okay, So I’m Addicted!

I’m addicted to Mrs. Freshley’s cupcakes, the cheap Hostess knockoff in the vending machines at work. They have become scarce for this last few months. I asked the guy who loads the machine if he could make sure to get them, which is pretty demeaning right there.

They put in a bunch over the weekend. My question is: Exactly how pathetic is it to buy all of them and then hoard them at my desk?

Mrs. Freshley Cupcakes

Update: I gave in. I took my change jar over and started feeding the machine. Unfortunately, it seems to accept only enough for the most expensive item, and then it stopped recording the money. I didn’t notice, and lost a good two bucks in there. Darn it! Strangely enough, when I got back to my desk forty-five seconds later, someone had left fifty cents for me they owed me, and then someone else stopped by with another fifty cents. Awesome karma!

4 thoughts on “Okay, So I’m Addicted!”

  1. Good title. But did you try to hold onto your desk as your feet started uncontrollably walking toward the vending machine against your own will! “Halp!!”

  2. Very entertaining read. I really would have liked to have heard the conversation begging the vendor guy to bring Mrs. Freshley’s cakes.

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