<human>: **Warning:** Everyday boring story about how I got lucky with a vending machine. I feel like there's an acronym people use when something good happens to them--the opposite of FML--but I can't think of it.

**The Story**
The work day is almost over--it sucked, as usual. I decide that I want some Reese's Cups from the vending machine downstairs. I check my pocket to see how much change I have. Turns out I have 45 cents. How much are Reese's Cups? 60 cents. Damn.

Oh well, I guess I'll get some of those peanut butter crackers. They're only 35 cents.

So I go downstairs to the vending machine.

Drop in a quarter. The machine reads 25 cents.
Drop in a dime. The machine reads 35 cents. But my dime comes out of the coin return! Sweet! Now I have a total of 55 cents. Still 5 cents shy of my chocolate-y snack.

"Maybe it will happen again," I think to myself. I drop in the rest of my change.

Drop in my dime (again). The machine reads 45 cents.
Drop in a nickel. The machine reads 50 cents.
Drop in my last coin, a nickel. The machine reads 55 cents.

Damn. I thought I was going to get lucky. Now disappointed, I ponder my situation. That's when it hits me.

"Fuck it. Let's try again."

I hit the coin return button and retrieve 55 cents.

Drop in a quarter. 25 cents.
Drop in a dime. 35 cents.
Drop in a dime. 45 cents. And it comes back!

Now I have enough for my Reese's Cups. I retrieve my snack and return to my desk pleased with today's events.

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<bot>: Didn't have enough change to buy Reese's Cups. Got lucky, machine gave me money when it shouldn't. Then I had enough. I bought them. They were tasty.