Blog #3

It’s been a long day at work, you’re tired, you want to go home, but most of all, you’re desperately craving a chocolate bar. After a long day of bragging to everyone that you’ve started a new diet, you can’t just mosey on over to the vending machine and grab a snickers.  After making an excuse to your wife and co-workers of why you are staying at work so late, you realize the coast is clear, and there is a large chunk of medal waiting for you at the end of the hallway. Is it time, could it possibly be? Swift movements of my feet, take me quickly down through the hallway, through the doors, stopping right in front of the metal beast that either makes or breaks my diet destiny. After a final check making sure no one is around to witness, I thrust my hand into my lint lined pocket and pull out a loonie. Thoughts ramble around inside my head, still not sure about the whole thing I close my eyes and bring my hand up to the coin slot. I hear the loonie drop, and I know I must act fast. Lightly waddling my fingers over the buttons I press E7. E7, who knew these two buttons, could cause a person so much joy. I reach down to grab that delicious chocolate bar, and to my surprise there isn’t just one mouth-watering bar, but TWO! Shocked I stuffed the two bars up my shirt and fled to the washroom, were I hide in a stall. Slowly undressing the chocolate, tears were almost falling from my eyes. There I sit, scarfing down my enemy, thinking about my wife, will she notice the chocolate on my breath? That must not be an option. Throwing the wrappers carefully in the garbage, I make sure to check my face of chocolate residue. As I drive home I tell myself this is a one-time thing, and erase my memory of this odd day.