The wake for my grandmother lasted about five hours. People I never knew my grandmother touched came to pay their respects. It was moving to see that sort of outpouring for such a kind, humble, unassuming woman.
But after several hours of saying hello to people I already thought were dead – sorry Aunt Jerry – I was really tired and looking for a place to kind of rest for a minute that I didn't have to be so polite and profanity-free. That place turned out to be with my older cousin, his glorious wife, and my husband in the coffee-break room of the funeral home.
As we were sitting there talking, my husband decided to go buy a Diet Coke. He walked up the machine, stood there for a minute and then turned around perplexed.
"This machine doesn't seem to have a slot for dollars," he said like he thought he was surely overlooking the place to feed the machine money.
"Yeah, this is Franklin County. They haven't moved up to that technology yet," I said. "You need CHANGE."
So the husband rifles around until he get correct change. He even puts the money in, but still stands there befuddled.
"Its just spitting the change back out?" he said, in a weak, tired and near defeated way.
"This is Franklin County, it doesn't recognize anything except quarters," I explained.
Ten minutes later we wrangled up enough quarters to buy one Diet Coke.
And that is the best example I can give of where I come from. I am not kidding, Internet, you should have to have your passport stamped and your shots updated before visiting there.
But after several hours of saying hello to people I already thought were dead – sorry Aunt Jerry – I was really tired and looking for a place to kind of rest for a minute that I didn't have to be so polite and profanity-free. That place turned out to be with my older cousin, his glorious wife, and my husband in the coffee-break room of the funeral home.
As we were sitting there talking, my husband decided to go buy a Diet Coke. He walked up the machine, stood there for a minute and then turned around perplexed.
"This machine doesn't seem to have a slot for dollars," he said like he thought he was surely overlooking the place to feed the machine money.
"Yeah, this is Franklin County. They haven't moved up to that technology yet," I said. "You need CHANGE."
So the husband rifles around until he get correct change. He even puts the money in, but still stands there befuddled.
"Its just spitting the change back out?" he said, in a weak, tired and near defeated way.
"This is Franklin County, it doesn't recognize anything except quarters," I explained.
Ten minutes later we wrangled up enough quarters to buy one Diet Coke.
And that is the best example I can give of where I come from. I am not kidding, Internet, you should have to have your passport stamped and your shots updated before visiting there.
2 comments:
you know it's not that bad here!! my coke machine just a block up takes a real buck!! LOL!! but i do understand where you are coming from...
hey, thats the same machine we used to get cokes from for six cents. i dont like progress.
popeye
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