As grateful as I am for the vast supply of the most convenient means of hydration of all sorts of wonderful flavors, I still have 20 fluid ounces of frustration bottled up from the vending machine. Yes, those 20 ounces rest in front of me on my desk as I am writing this, and it is labeled Flavor Splash. Now don't get me wrong, I'm sure the citrus-flavored water is more than refreshing, but what is not so refreshing is the vivid event of me pushing the Peach Papaya button still in recent memory.

This is not the first time something like this has happened. In my freshman year it did not take much exploring to find a vending machine which pushed my buttons as I pushed its. Frequently, I was disappointed in the lobby of my dorm as I was presented with bottled water when I was only looking for a friendly fruit blend.

As I approach the end of my brief story, I feel the frustration leave through my writing. Still, there are others like myself receiving what I have temporarily been relieved of. So, I reach out to you, oh fillers of the vending machines, to do the best in all that you do. I ask only that you strive to ensure that all people, regardless of location on campus, are refreshed by the liquids they seek.