Harrumph

On Monday, the vending machine gypped me of my bag of Fritos.

Today, after spending time deciding over which candy bar to treat myself, I decided on Rolos. Mmm, Rolos.

The dude from 7-11 forgot to pack it in my bag, and yet he charged me for it. I didn't realize it until 20 minutes later, happily sated off of my smoked turkey sandwich, that it wasn't there. It's too late, I can't go back. And here's me craving some chocolate and caramel.

Harrumph.

I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse, but I say verily unto you, harrumph.