Then they developed a new strategem. I went to buy a mountain dew at work today, as I am wont to do, and as it plummetted to the output of the vending machine I saw "Coyotes, $10 off!" Staring me in the face.

"That's not good."
The dang can is a coupon for $10 of a lower level seat and $5 off an upper level seat. Naturally, I lost all control and immediately went back to my computer to check this week's schedule, and I'm going on Saturday. But I don't want to go alone, so... I need another can.
And that's the thing that really scares me. What if the next can doesn't have a coupon? Will I keep shoving quarters into that blasted machine until I get another one? I think I just might, whether I try to stop myself or not. I'm sick.
So the Coyotes, like the unscrupulous predators all coyotes are, are preying on the sick and the weak. They know I have money. And they want it.
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