Oh Suzy Q!

So I brought left over salad from the cheese cake factory to work today for lunch. It was so so the first time around and then just plain groos on day two. The wontons were soggy and the crispy noodles not crispy. I ate some of it and figured I could wait until I got home to eat something substantial (ie ramen noodles). However, my lack of will power won (what a suprise) and I went to my car, grabbed change and proceeded to the vending machine. Now, there is only 1 thing I eat out of that vending machine. It's not the trail mix and it's not the granola bar. It happens to be the hostess treats that so divinely grace one of the slots. To my dismay, there were 3 people in the vending room. How can I buy the most disgustingly unhealthy item with three witnesses? So I linger, pretending to decide what I want. There is one gentleman in overalls who lingers longer than the rest. Finally I tell myself I'm being an idiot and put the coins in the slot. The last guy leaves before I have to press in 77. The Suzy Q's fall. I snatch them up quickly and proceed to casually shove them in the front pocket of my sweatshirt, trying not to draw attention to myself. This is after all, the easiest, most natural place to carry them? What else is a pocket for? As I leave the vending room, overall man starts singing " Ohh Suzy Q, baby I love you, Suzy Q." I glared, he snickered. Who does that anyway? Crazy man, that's who. Despite his heckling, I have already enjoyed half of my Suzy Q (the other half now being on my mouse).