TFW when you bring your food to work and you look over at the vending machine containing a fish filet sandwich. Four minutes before you didn't know you wanted it, but that is no deterrent: "Definitely coming back for that in a few hours," you say. Hours pass, with filet on the mind, only to be dashed when the clock hits rightly as you make your return to La Machina. For it is then that you discover the sandwich in question has, simply, vanished into the afterglow of salt & pepper shakers, ruffling newspapers and beeping cell-phone chatter.
Now you want to know who did it, so you can get justice.
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