What happens when you're working at 2:40AM and Pregnant and Hungry.

I was so determined to eat some Peppercorn Ranch Sun Chips just now, that I squandered away three dollars of my hard-earned money.

I put 75 cents in and pushed the button. It started to make its way out, but stopped just short of falling to my emaciated fingers.

I walked all the way back to my desk, found 75 more cents, walked all the way back to the break room, and put the coins in. Pushed the button.

This one comes all the way out, but gets caught (literally DANGLING!) on the next row. I watch in horror as the first bag of chips--it's somehow now wedged between the Twinkies to its left--doesn't budge.

This is the point any sane person would give up, or at least start investing in a different MSG-tinged snack.

But not me. Not a hormonal, pissed off, HUNGRY pregnant woman. I deserved those damn Sun Chips.

I followed this pattern TWO more times (walking back to my desk to get more change between each) until all four of the bags came tumbling down.

I grabbed two--because two I can explain to my coworkers, but four is downright crazy--and left the others for some lucky asshole to find in the morning.