these snowflakes leave papercuts.

i don't always eat breakfast. this morning was one of those times. i get mighty hungry at work, so sometimes i take a trip to the vending machines. i usually just rock the Snyder's old tyme pretzels. this morning was no different. i'll tell you what was different this morning: my pretzels got stuck. it's been a minute since that has happened. it's a pretty heavy vending machine and there were kids studying all around me so i wasn't about to a push it, and a shake it. i also didn't have danny 'pain train' falk with me as i did in my freshman days, but i did have the beautiful stranger behind me. she was a witness to my predicament. i knew she already knew the problem, but i gave my best explanation i could by pointing through the glass at my beloved bag of pretzels. she tried to shake the vending machine. she didn't know it was too heavy for her. she tried and i thanked her. i was ready to walk back to my work station defeated, because although i could have bought one more bag of pretzels i didn't want to. that would mean the vending machine won. it would have been my way of saying, "i don't need you. you can have my 60 cents. i can find that on the sidewalk. behind the couch cushion." maybe it was payback for taking advantage of the helaman halls vending machines freshman year. i didn't have to walk away defeated, because the beautiful stranger bought a bag of the same pretzels. she said, "i love pretzels." i didn't believe her, but i loved her. is there really anyone in this cold world that loves pretzels? i don't, i just want the biggest bang for under a buck. pretzels are like swallowing shrapnel. that was nice of her though. she deserves a pat on the back. i touched her arm and said, "bless you." if this was a movie it would have ended with a freeze frame of us touching our bags of pretzels together in a toast. here's to the good ol' tymes.