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Early summer 1998

BJ, one of my best friends and snooker-buddy, and I had been for a four-hour snooker session in our standard hide-out. Afterwards we always would stop at the snackbar and get us some greasy nutricion to drag us through the night. As we did also this time.
We were both in a for snooker quite unappropriate mood, laughing and being a bit stupid and when we came to the snackbar we were both quite loud and laughing (no, we didn't drink anything...).
I walked straight up to the counter and ordered french fries with saté-sauce and while I was waiting for them to make my fries I watched BJ standing in front of the automates, where you pull your food from the wall (for the people who don't know how this works: you throw in the coins, open the little door, take your food out, close the little door again and eat your food).
BJ was playing undecided, not being able to make up his mind about what to take. So he looked a bit closer to all the options and then all of a sudden he threw in some coins, opened the little door and, still playing undecided, shaking his had about making the wrong choice, and closed it again without taking the food out.
We both heard the tingling sound of the coins falling into the machine as being used. I looked at BJ and also heard the quarter fall in his head that he did something incredibly stupid.
Slowly the fake-undecided expression cleared from his face and instead of it came a genuine "what-the-hell"-look and then a clear throated, very passionate "FUCK!!"
The combination of the look on his face and the passionate expression make me sank to my knees against the counter and I swear, I almost peed my pants there and I couldn't do anything about it! And I didn't care about all the people that were staring at me as if there was something wrong with me. They had just missed something so utterly simple, but so utterly hilarious and I couldn't stop laughing about it.
When I managed to recover a bit, a while later, I told BJ to go to the counter and tell them what happened so that he would get his money back and get something new, but he didn't. I think he was too embarrassed to tell them what had happened...