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Back in college this extremely uptight girl I worked with had he desk "just so," including the centerpeice of her desk a gumball machine full of gumballs. It was one of those you could set to just give gumballs or make you pay for them. Well, she didn't like the rest of us much, so she made us pay for them.
She left early one night and I got bored, so I started fiddling around with the machine and got the gumballs out. I put them in a container and put the container in her desk. Didn't take one gumball.
Well, she comes in the next day, sees the empty gumball machine and expects a big wad of change from all us suckers. She opens the machine up and... nothing. So, needless to say, she's pissed and everyone thinks it's pretty funny.
That next night, she's refilled the gumball machine and everyone wants me to do it again. I do. Again, no gumballs are taken, just put in a container and left in her desk.
Well, I'm there the next day when she comes in and sees all her gumballs gone. She went ballistic. Threw the machine across the room and almost hit someone walking through the door.
I guess she went to our boss with the whole, "I guess I can't have nice things around here" speech. I admitted to the whole thing, showed her the gumballs, got her flowers and even put the machine back together as best I could. "Apology not accepted," was all she would say.
But her nickname was "Gumball" from that day forward.
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