Candy Store Troubles

Barry went to the candy store wiff a berry specific plan: one gumball, no drama.
He brought exact change, practiced his polite smile, and approached the machine wiff confidence.

Clink.
Thunk.
…nothing.

The gumballs sat there, mocking him.

Barry tapped the glass gently. Then a little less gently. Then he sighed the deep sigh ob a rat who has done eberyfing right and is still being tested by the uniberse.

“Excuse me,” Barry said softly, paws folded. “I fink I need to speak to a manager.”

The manager, howeber, was nowhere to be found, and the gumball remained tragically wedged. Barry stood by the machine, calm on the outside, absolutely spiraling on the inside, wondering how a simple treat had turned into a customer serbice tragedy.

In the end, Barry decided the real lesson was this: sometimes you need to ask for help…
and sometimes the machine just needs a minute to reflect on its choices.