April 14, 2008

The vending machine man

Posted in junk food is everywhere tagged , at 7:20 am by foodaddict

I developed a secret sympathy for the vending machine man at my old job. Once every few weeks, he’d arrive to refill our vending machine with sugary and salty goodness. He was overweight.

One day, I was watching him in the break room and I was overcome with a wave of compassion. I pictured him making his rounds, delivering his snacks to office after office, hour after hour, day after day, living amidst the crates of Fritos, Hershey bars and snack cakes, sneaking a package here and there for himself. Who wouldn’t, if they were alone most of the day with several dozen cubic meters of comfort food?

He feels the vague unease that comes from one too many Entenmann’s chocolate-covered donuts. Washes down a package of mixed nuts and a bag of Doritos with a liter of diet soda. He polishes off another Mrs. Field’s cookie, telling himself, “Just one more…until I make it to 5:00”. Wipes cookie crumbs off his mouth while he sits in traffic.

“He feels the vague unease that comes from one too many Entenmann’s chocolate-covered donuts.”

Entenmann's chocolate-covered donuts

Like alcoholics working in bars, how many junk food delivery men have a problem with food? We’ll probably never know, but Mr. Vending Machine Man, my heart goes out to you.

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