Everyday Is Better Than The Next

So because I didn’t have a lot of time this morning, I didn’t eat breakfast. So at about 8:15 (the times aren’t really important to this story, I don’t know why I am noting all of them) I walked into the break room to find something to eat. There in row D slot 9 are God’s little gift to earth, brown sugar cinnamon pop tarts.

As I went to press the buttons D and 9 I realize that there is Braille on them. For those of you that are stupid, Braille is a set of bumps that blind people can “read” by feeling. When I saw this I thought… “What the shit is this?” If you think about it, it doesn’t make any sense. They can’t see the damn vending machine to know what buttons to press. It’s like a cruel joke. It’s like the maker’s of the vending machine thought “well you will know what buttons you are pressing, you just won’t know what you are getting BwwaaaahahahahahHAHAHAHA”

So to all you blind people out there trying to use vending machines, either memorize what’s in each slot and hope it never changes or get somebody to help you because our vending machine engineers have failed you.

On second thought, I know that no blind people are reading this because this site does not comply with handicap web standards. Now that’s what I call irony.