remember this dilemma? well, the vote was pretty much in favor of me getting the twix from downstairs. so today, i finally broke the seal. zach pushed me to it, through a series of stupid ass emails that were meant to annoy me and push me away from my computer. well, good work zach. here's what the fuck happened thanks to your prodding:

i see the vending machine
i see the twix in slot 155
i put in a dollar
i'm feeling self-aware... like a stranger in a strange land, and all that
and i hit 15...1? yeah. because i thought the thing had reset in the middle of my pressing digits.
it hadn't
but 151 cost $1.25 so i didn't get it. thank fucking god. it was a king sized reese's peanut butter cup.

so anyways, i hit 155. out comes the twix. i have 2 quarters from before, and the quarter change from this one. fuck it, let's get two, right?

so i throw in my money, hit 155 again.
it gets stuck, costanza style.

so i'm not gonna let my twix sit there for some candy poacher, right?

in goes another dollar, 155.
the twix that was stuck comes out, but the next one gets stuck.

I HATE THIS FUCKING MACHINE

in goes another dollar, out come two more twix.

so now i have 4 twix things. 8 actual twixes.

i'm never going to get a twix downstairs again. i'd rather drive to the goddamn gas station

UPDATE
the first twix i pulled out of the first package... broken in two.