Vending Machine Trauma…
Thursday, August 30th, 2007So, last week, I was buying stuff from the vending machine in my office building for lunch. It’s one of those rotating carousels with a wide variety of food and drink items. The week prior I had purchased a strawberry shortcake dessert and it was great. So I thought, why not take the voyage again since it was so good the first time.
I buy my shortcake and also a pork sandwich. I head upstairs and microwave the sandwich. I eat it and put the dessert in the fridge for later. A couple hours go by and I’m thinking some strawberry shortcake would be a kick-ass treat. I go get it from the fridge, pop it open and dig in. Before the first bite can hit my mouth, I notice something…a spot…on the surface…kinda green…(in the picture below, look toward the middle at the bottom of the photo)…

Yep. It’s mold. And then this thought arrives: ‘You ate the sandwich from the same machine. And it was pork. You’re going to die.’ So, if I’m dead next week, SOMEONE investigate that machine!
(On a side note, I got my money back from the vending machine guy and hopefully, they checked out the machine. I know I ain’t eating jack squat from it…at least until I forget the picture above.)





