Snack Guy
The snack machine guy came today, for some reason I didn’t want to bitch at him over the machine eating two of my dollars. I hate confrontation. It probably stems from the time I told the Santa at the mall that he wasn’t the real Santa, and he beat me over the head with a wooden candy cane, dragged me into a fiberglass gingerbread house, and repeatedly raped me while a midget dressed as an elf watched and laughed. It almost ruined last Christmas, thank god for 151 mixed with eggnog.