I realized tonight that I pray more to the soda and vending machines at work than I ever have to any religious deity. I start my prayers in the elevator when I'm on my way to the breakroom and really start in earnest once I've put my money in. When I'm waiting for my bag of chips to fall: Please don't get hung up and not fall! Please, just spit the chips out nicely, Mr. Vending Machine. And if you really want to be nice you could give me two things for the price of one! To the soda machine: Please, have one more can of Coke! Don't tell me that you're out of Coke with your blinking red light! And when my prayer works, I am so grateful that I have to choke back tears. And if it doesn't, I'm don't hold it against the machine. I like to steel myself for not getting the snacks that I want so if I do get them it's a nice surprise. I've discovered I have a better chance of having my prayers answered if I hold my breath from the time I lay eyes on the machine until the snacks are safely in my hands.