I was thirsty. I guess that's how most curses start. Boy is thirsty. Boy accidentally offends some idol/grave/supernatural being and becomes cursed. I offended none of them, yet I was still cursed.
I spent the day at school, studying like I should be. Since I had my laptop, I was reluctant to leave it alone, even for a few minutes to grab a bite to eat. Fortunately, my buddy Alan came about with a giant can of Pringles. How I loved those chips. The minute he opened it up, I ravaged it. I scooped up the can's innards and let it slide down my throat in a symphony of tastiness (yes, I don't chew, which is why Cindee "claims" I eat like a duck).
The beast had finished his fill, now it was thirsty. So I decided to dig up all the change I could find, and buy myself a drink. $1.25, enough for a can of coke. So I happily leave my stuff under the watchful eyes of Alan and gave the vending machine a visit.
It was outrageous! No cans, only bottles, all $2.00 and more! I could not afford it, so I decided to take money out from the ATM. I withdrew $30, and went to the machine to stick in a $10. It was such a crispy $10. As I feed it to the machine, I thought to myself, "wow, its such a crispy ten dollar bill, the machine must love eating it up". Oh, it loved eating it up. It loved it so much, that it wouldn't give any of the change back!
The outrage! I looked down to where the change should of been dispensed, and noticed all kinds of damage and holes. It appeared that I wasn't the machine's first victim. Angrily, I kicked at the machine, but to no avail. My money was gone.
Dejected, I slowly took the long lonely walk back to my seat, knowing that the only satisfaction would be from finally quenching my thirst with a bottle of Coke. It was diet. Oh the horror! I tried to convince myself that it would be delicious. It wasn't.
By then, Tenniel had arrived as well. Alan and Tenniel tried to cheer me up, by pointing out the $1000,000 contest on the "coke" bottle. All I had to do was look under the cap to see if I had won. So I happily spent 5 or so minutes struggling to let the little rubber out. You know what I won? NOTHING! The curse had begun!
First it stole my $10, then it stole my $1000,000! But the worse was yet to come. I had ruined the cap, so I wasn't able to screw it on. While Tenniel was talking to me, I flexed my arms and my gigantic pipes expanded and pushed the bottle over the table (Tenniel said my elbow knocked it over, but that seems implausible) and right into Tenniel's bag! It didn't fall on its side. It didn't fall standing up. It fell upside down, and got stuck like that, pouring ALL the contents into his bag!
Needless to say, it was an interesting hour, taking his bag to the washroom, dumping it out into the toilet, dunking it into the sink, and blow drying the bag. Fortunately, the curse was lifted. You see, I believe the diet coke just wanted to escape back to the ocean where it belonged. That's why it did everything it did. If I hadn't lost my $10 dollars, Tenniel wouldn't of pointed out the $1000,000. If the $1000,000 hadn't been stolen, I wouldn't of instinctively flexed my massive pythons, knocking the bottle over. If it hadn't fallen into Tenniel's bag, it would of ended up on the floor and not the toilet. And if it wasn't for the toilet, it would of never returned to the sea.
I drank some. I hope the cursed coke decides to leave my body naturally...