Another Day In The Amazingly Boring Life Of Sara...

The wind is blowing through my hair even though I’m just walking, my luck is running high, and Journey is playing on the iPod.
Everything is going my way.
Except for one thing, the old stomach is running fumes.
I need to grab a bite real fast, or this good mood will vanish faster than a pair of dark, short waisted, salsa jeans on sales.
There’s only one stop nearby, but it’s guarded by my arch-nemesis.
The licentious harlot seduces me with her chocolate bars, potatoes chips and cookies, I always pay the money kindly, and just as she’s about to let them drop into my hands, she snatches them back, leaving me a poor, broken, starving woman.
But not today, today is my day and no thief will steal it from me.
Yet as soon as I approach, sweat trickles down my forehead, and I involuntarily crush the coin in my hand.
There is no rational reason for such fear, her greeting is cordial enough “Hello, please select the product you’d like.”
I know, however, that behind those friendly words lies a temptress waiting to abscond with my hard-earned money.
But not today, I say to myself, she will not steal today.
We have what we want, need, so why should anything happen, other than a fair trade?
I laugh fear in the face and feed her the money while I choose what to feed myself.
The deal is made; I see her cogs turning, deliverance from hunger at last!
It’s so close; I can almost taste the Chipmix.
But no! She stops and the delectable chocolate covered, deliciously baked cookies hang limply from her clutches, that conniving hag!
My worst fear realized I cast aside all rational thought.
I smack her once, twice, three times.
My heart is racing; I shake her furiously until she gives me what I need.
It is to no avail, the Chipmix dangle limply, silently snickering at me.
She has fooled me once again; my fine day is thrown to the dogs like fat steak.
I crumple before her and weep, though her countenance does not show it, I know she’s laughing at me, mocking me for my foolishness.