Mmm. The Taste of Mistake

You know that moment when you're at a RedBox trying to decide what movie to rent and someone comes up behind you to wait? Your tension level rises immensely and you forget what you're even doing.  The worst.  Especially because they technically aren't doing anything wrong.  It's not like there's a proper queue to wait in or the owners surrounding the RedBox have activities to entertain those waiting behind you.  They just stand there.  You can feel their eyes piercing holes through your back urging you to hurry the hell up because they want a damn movie, too.  I seriously would prefer them to stare at my ass if that means they won't grow hostile if I take too long.  I think I'm joking.

I had a very similar experience today at the vending machine that ruined (dramatic) my day from noon to 1. I was in a state of intense concentration evaluating my options of an afternoon snack.  The bottom row was hosting the PopTarts which were calling my name and mocking me to live a little cuz they know I won't.  The logical part of my brain knew right away I wasn't going to pick it but I liked looking at the different flavors.  Even their packaging makes it look so fun to eat.  The top row had a few varieties of chips, pretzels and the like.  I was tempted to buy a bag, but pretzels make my mouth dry after a couple unless I rotate with sipping water which just gets obnoxious.  The naturally kettle cooked chips always catch my eye because outwardly they seem like a healthy choice, but being a student of environmental/societal/public health classes I know very well the health benefits compared to a bag of Lays are minimal.  They're definitely not good for you, but I suppose you could get away with saying they are a little less worse?
Then I spotted right away the little baggy of almonds, cranberries and peanuts.  Yes, I realize I have the snacking habits of a stay at home mom who wins like "PTA Mom of the Year"and organizes field trips and shit but when my arteries are squeaky clean and cholesterol level is normal and I can run a marathon at age fifty (definitely hypothetical) I will be pleased.

The moral of this story that I got wildly off track on is to stay focused if someone comes up way too close behind you during the crucial moment of decision making.  I got flustered by this girl and ended up pressing A53 instead of A54 and when I saw the 3 Musketeers Bar (not even mini size) slowly fall off the shelf I realized what I had done.  I nonchalantly grabbed the chocolate bar like it was my full intention and sat at the nearest table to comprehend what just happened.  For a second I thought about going up to the girl.

"Do you realize what you've done?"

No that would be overreacting.  But I knew I couldn't throw it out because that's just pure wastefulness.  I knew I wouldn't come across someone who I really cared about enough to offer a full size candy bar to without seeming super creepy and awkward.   So I just opened it up and took a bite.
Ew.  It wasn't even good.  The taste of complete error and total failure.  I threw it out and bought the nuts.
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