(scene- Insurance Company, Central PA. 9:35am. A young woman of average height, with dark hair, wearing cream cable knit sweater and navy pants approaches the vending machine in the cafeteria)
(As she does, the Vending Machine Guy – a middle-aged man, medium height with dirty blonde hair and a few days worth of stubble, begins to open the vending machine. He pulls out a soda, and starts to close it up again.)
Brooke (thinking): great, I’ll just wait a second and then I’ll be able to get my bottled water.
Vending Machine Guy: Did you need to get in here?
Brooke: Oh, it’s fine! I can wait a minute.
VMG: What did you need? (opens machine)
Brooke: Um, a bottled water?
(He takes one, hands it to Brooke.)
VMG: Here you go.
Brooke: Oh, here- (offers money)
VMG: Nah, it’s a sample
Brooke: Are you sure??
VMG: Yup, no biggie.
VMG: Uh uh
VMG: Sexual favors later.
(throws water and runs)
Ok. it didn’t happen exactly like that. More like I said “thank you” a lot and walked away quickly. But I still worry there are strings attached.