But at what cost?

 

I never ate watermelon as a kid.  I also never ate it as a porcupine.  I’ve never flown a plane or off the handle.  To someone with their luck in tatters, I have given change and the benefit of the doubt.

I have attended the funeral of a vending machine, with its display lights extinguished forevermore.  It lay vacant of snacks, empty of treats and without so much as a hum.

It’s body still cold, the replacement was wheeled in, fancy buttons, computerized and glimmering, with lights and colorful artwork to tempt and beckon.  I thought I noticed a few snickers.