"Hey, you stole my money!"


I wanted to scream at the vending machine. It just stole my money! Instead, it sounded the alarm and "chased" us out of the post office. I went there to buy air mail stamps. Just after I got my package, when it was supposed to return my dollar change, it displayed, We're sorry, "your credit is lost." Just like that, it "ate" my money. I couldn't believe this was happening. Dex kicked the machine. He thought it would help, but the vending machine started shrieking, ringing, alarming... Massive noise filled the tiny post office. We felt that we attracted the attention of everyone in the park outside and of course, the ones inside the office. Dex pulled me signaling that we should leave. The alarm was still perfectly clear across the park. This was how I got ripped off by a machine.