all i wanted was a mt. dew

i don't usually drink pop. it's sticky and sweet to a point that i don't typically enjoy.
but there are times, like now, when i am tired and i need something to keep me awake.
and somehow, someway, neither coffee or tea sound good.
so, i scrounged up my change, of which i also rarely have any
and went to the machine
plink
plink
plink
i'm paying in dimes and nickles only
and the sounds of dropping in the coins is enough to drive me crazy
either the machine doesn't register my change
or i've counted out the only scraps of cents on my person
5 cents short
i hit the coin return
and end up with 25 cents less than i started out with
annoyed i start back to work
still tired
my hands carrying that smell of coins held for too long