Yay, our school's first vending machine!

Recently, a vending machine has been shipped to the sardine can. (cafeteria) You have to wonder how the school got the money. Our desks are decades old, the computers are crap, and in the interest of staying on topic, etc etc etc.
Probably, it was the separate cafeteria-food-making-company who paid the fees and masterminded this brilliant plan. But still, you wonder, 4 years you've been at this institution, the prices have always gone up by 5, or 10 or even 15 cents for every product every year. (Hey smartass, don't get started on inflation. I checked, 10 cents is way too much of a compensation for it)
What the hell is a vending machine doing in the corner?
Are the horrendously overpriced items meant to pay for another way to take our money?
Probably, but it won't work.
Why? Because the "business geniuses" filled the vending machine is filled with healthy food. Beurk. A vending machine isn't a vending machine without chips, chocolate bars, candy etc. (Not to mention crack) There isn't even the paper flavored "cooked, not fried potato chips".

A few people don't even know what that rectangular box in the corner is.

"Duuuuuudddee, you see the new student over there? In the corner? I wonder if he has some crack. I really could use some about now. Just got totally blasted in history class dude, I feel like I'm related to the Amérindiens: they smoke pot, I smoke pot. We're so like, brotha from anotha motha dude..."

And others squash their faces to the glass, drooling. Finally, they find their money, they enter one-two-five instead of D-3. (Then they scream, spit flying: WHY GOD, WHY? WHY DOESN'T IT WORK FOR ME?!)

The high point of all this, knowing CSL, the vending machine will probably break down soon and a fortune will be needed to repair it. Oh joy, anticipate an extra big price rise next year. Thank god only one more year to go.
One of these days, I'll post a list of all things wrong about CSL. Just to depress* us some more.

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*Before anyone gullible enough comes along and actually believes we're depressed and start writing letters to CSL and CSMB about our case, well.....


You're right. We're always right on the edge of depression canyon. Thankfully, we have crack, and other moral boosting things to keep us from tumbling in all the time. (Maybe I should lay off the crack connection?---it's getting old isn't it?Besides, none of us actually does crack. Right? )