You Win, Pepsi Vending Machine

I've had a love-hate relationship with the office drink machine for sometime now but I had no idea when I woke up this morning that our interaction today would result in one of us getting fired.

Initially, there were some mildly aggravating issues with our transactions that required the ritual of rolling my dollar against the edge of the machine several times to coax the machine to accept it. After several months of this, the machine decided she was fed up with paper currency and would only accept coins.

It appeared we'd reached a compromise and there was relative peace in our relationship. Then Machine decided she didn't 'do' quarters and her only accepted form of currency would be nickles.I really needed a Pepsi so I scrounged around in my car and dumped out the entire contents of my purse and managed to collect 11 nickles for my drink before heading downstairs.

Inserting eleven nickles into anything is a lot and a sheen was beginning to emerge on my brow. I pressed the button and waited for the comforting clink that signaled my refreshment was on its way.

Nothing happened. I pressed my choice once more....crickets.

I was running out of time before our next break on-air so I opted for the refund level and pressed down as hard as I could. The delightful sound of coins clinking assured me I could return later and try again. I dug my coins out of the small return window and discovered that this machine, that only accepts nickles, refunded a portion of my money...in dimes.

Later, Scott and I discussed the incident on-air and had fun with the fact that the machine mocked my efforts of gathering up 11 nickles only to have them returned as four dimes.

An hour later, I was notified something had been left for me in the station lobby. 

An entire crate of Pepsi and a letter...

You win, Pepsi Vending Machine, you win. I think I'm actually going to miss you.