The boy at the vending machine was taking forever…he was tapping the buttons gently at first- waiting patiently for…whatever it was that he wanted… A couple seconds passed and his tapping turned to button smashing, and some curses and mutters. Now, he was shaking the machine around and you shouldn’t help but roll your eyes as he battled with the vending machine for…milk. A carton of 2% milk… “C’mon…” he muttered, jaw firmly locked and teeth grit as he smacked the button to D4 more…