It All Went Awry w/the MoonPie
It was about 2am. I had driven 6 hours to spend one night in a supposedly haunted hotel in Alton, IL. It was hotter than lava, and God knows I hate the heat. I hadn’t eaten in about 12 hours and was hungry and so very tired. I quickly went to the bar area, which was closing, and noticed a lone vending machine in a dark corner. I was so excited to find I had enough change on me to use it. The choices were slim as only about 1/3 of the machine was stocked. I went for the last chocolate Moon Pie. I reached into the machine and brought the nourishment in front of me. Upon opening the plastic wrap at the seam, the Moon Pie suddenly detonated like a bomb, exploding into hundreds of tiny pieces of what resembled ash. There was nothing left, not one little corner… nothing. Just another WTF moment in my life. But I mean, seriously, WTF, right?!
My brother recently stayed in a rather, shall we say, run-down motel on the outskirts of Madison. In the hallway outside his room there was a vending machine that sold, among other things, a cheeseburger in a can.
I should have bought one, just for a souvenir.
Yes, I agree, you should have bought one just to display upon a shelf or something. I certainly would be afraid to eat it!