It was a typical Monday morning when the unthinkable happened. The office snack machine, that stalwart companion in our daily lives, suddenly and inexplicably ceased to function. The vending machine, that most reliable of sources for our mid-morning pick-me-ups, had been reduced to nothing more than a hollow shell of disappointment.
The meeting was called at 11:45 AM, and by 12:00 PM, the entire staff had gathered around the lifeless machine, staring at it in a mix of shock, horror, and mild amusement. It was as if we'd lost a family member, but without the guilt or sentimental value.
Solutions Bring Your Own Snacks Plea to the Snack Machine Soul
May its memory live on in our hearts, and in our stomachs.