Magic dime

The drink machine wasn’t taking my dollar, so I put it in the snack machine instead and hit the coin return. I got back three quarters and a dime. Damn thing ripped me off. Oh, oh, that means that I’m going to have to explain that it ripped me off to Paula in the cafeteria, and she’s more than a little bit slow. It also means that I’m 15 cents short for the drink I want. Rob is standing there, and he hands me 15 cents. I start feeding money in the drinks machine, and as I’m feeding in some of the dimes, suddenly the amount showing on the display jumped up by 25 cents! Evidently, there was something about that dime that made both machines treat it like a quarter. Weird.