Glitch In The Machine

That was one of my favorite Office moments.

 

In high school, we used to just stick our arms up the door of the machine and clear out the bottom two shelves. I'd play the look-out, while my friend was the criminal.

 

Michael Scott: Okay. It's football cream. It's football cream.

 

You really are Zach Morris.

 

Jim Halpert: 'Break me off a piece of that apple sauce.' I don't think that's how it goes...

 

At my first paper, the vending machine was a lightweight. Every Tuesday they'd fill it. And every Tuesday night, I've do a little thing that would bring down a thing of Snyder's snacks, and one of every candy bar.

One of many things I did at that paper that should have ended my career.

My last paper had one of those machines where stuff had to pass through an electric eye. If it got jammed, another would be dispensed for free. I learned that if the vending guy had stocked the ice cream bars slightly imperfect, they'd jam up. Pick the right one, and you'd end up with five stuck before one would fall -- along with the first five. My night crew though I was was just generous.

 

Well, I'm not going to argue that.

(Though it's spelled Zack.)

 

Didn't you tell that story once?

 

Yeah, I think so. I thought that while writing.

 

I remember you saying something about it a few months back, but I can't remember what thread it was on.

 

I'm with you, skipper.