December 9, 1999

 I'm still looking into this tip that Nicole’s friend told me about (I might do some holiday shopping while I’m here, too. It’s warmer than it was, but still a bit chilly here. Oh well, at least it’s not snowing.) As for what happened to me…well, it'll sound really far-fetched…but I’m gonna write it all down anyway.

When I got here in Roswell I went to the address this guy gave me where said he saw the vending machine. Just as he said, it was an old, run-down bus terminal right on the outskirts of town. So I went in while invisible to scope the place out. I looked all over that place for the vending machine but I didn’t see it anywhere, so I left in a hurry (like I said, it’s chilly here.)

I came back later wearing my latex mask and sunglasses, and wearing my work clothes: coveralls, cap & work gloves and carrying my toolbox. I tried to look as official as possible. I went to the main counter, showed the guy a phony work order I forged and said I was here to fix the vending machine. He gave me this funny look. Being from New York, I figured he was giving me an ‘attitude,’ so I said, "So what’s the problem?" And he says, "Well, that machine’s been busted for a long time and we just sort of forgot about it and um—"

I said, "Yeah, so? Where is it?"

And he’s like real reluctant to tell me. Instead he says, "Well…see I expected a repair man."

And I got mad. I totally went off on him, telling him I could do my job as well as any man and probably better. I chewed him out but good. And he kind of shrunk back like a whipped pup, and when I finished he said, like real apologetic:

"No, no, I didn’t mean that…I meant…well, see the vending machine is in there." And he’s pointing behind me. I turn around to see what he’s pointing at.

He’s pointing at a door with a sign on it. The sign says, "MEN."

And I said, "Oh, shit."

I’ll have to write more more later...

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