Was it really a good decision?


5:15 PM CST. I'm at work with just under two hours before I can leave for the day.

I have the munchies. Big time. There's just no denying them.

I head to the vending machine with a pocket full of nickles, dimes, and a few quarters (I don't know why, but I always try to get rid of my nickles and dimes and hold onto my quarters. Maybe because they are like pure gold to my kids...)

I fill my big mug full of ice, get two bottles of Diet Coke (yes, I know), and stare through the clear plexiglass into the rows and rows of treats (all clearly labeled with