People have been very trying in Las Vegas, this week. Tommy, who was so broke he couldn’t pay attention, decided to do something about it. When Tommy makes a buck, it’s usually because someone hasn’t nailed their own down.

He had been hanging around an apartment complex a few days before the ‘big heist’. He noticed a nice, juicy vending machine just sitting there, minding it’s own business. ‘You’re mine!’ he warbled to himself, and patted it enthusiastically on the rump, before going home, and waiting for dark to fall.

When it did, as it invariably does, he went back to his lady-love at the complex, who really is built like a brick outhouse, taking a friend and his pickup truck. They loaded the soda machine on their moving dolly and loaded it into the back of the truck. They drove slowly away, with the soda machine wobbling precariously out the back of pickup.

They were almost home free, where ever that is, when the soda machine decided it had had enough, and tried to make a break for it. It fell right out the back of the truck and landed in the median strip of the major street they were traversing. Unfortunately for them, a parked and watchful cop was across the street in a strip mall waiting for something to happen. We will see Tommy in about three to eight months.