Short Tic-Tac Story

So I’m traveling with my best friend and we are in the train Station in Switzerland waiting for a train to Italy. We hadn’t slept and were just ready to rest on the train and we were travel weary as we were not even talking to one another for some reason. Basically wigged out. Now let me preface this by saying it was before the Euro was introduced so it was a nightmare changing and re-changing money from country to country. Now it wasn’t that big of deal but when changing from German Marks to French Francs but changing anything to the Italian Lira was a nightmare because the Lira was something like 7 billion Italian Lira = 5 Marks or 8 Francs. Well maybe not that much but a hell of a lot of Lira. Back to the story. We are at the train station and we only have a few Marks left and I wanted to get some candy so I found a machine that sells Tic-Tacs. The machine encased in clear glass with the Tic-Tac boxes layered on top of one another orange, white, orange, white and so on. I detest the white mint ones because if I want fresh breath I’ll brush my teeth, but I love the orange ones. About 6 inches above where the machine dispensed the candy the glass was tinted black so you couldn’t tell what color was coming out next. No problem I thought as I had just enough change for 2 boxes just in case I got a white one first. I put in my change and the first one, of course is white, oh well no more change after I put the last of it in and the next one was also white. I don’t know why but I lost it and threw the Tic-Tacs down the station and since it was Switzerland it was so pristine that once they hit the newly waxed marble-like floors they just took off about 50 yards until they came to a stop on a Swiss Policeman’s boot. He looked over at me and gave me a mean glare as someone came to ask him a question or something and he broke away from my guilty look and let me off the hook. I guess neutrality helped me in this instance. Needless to say had no candy on the train and it didn’t enhance my already cheery demeanor. Moral to the story: The Euro is a good thing.