She: I totally know what I'm going to get.
Other: What?
She: Dammit, it won't give me the peanuts.
Other: I have a nickel.
She: It totally won't let me get anything off the first three rows, because they aren't pushed in far enough.
Other: That's because they didn't close the machine properly.
She: Maybe it was karma. Or, I mean...
Other: Yeah, I don't think karma has anything to do with this.
She: I meant divine intervention. God was like, "you're fat, you don't need the peanuts."
Other: yeah, for some God said, "let there be light", for you, God said, "thou shalt not have peanuts."
She: You forgot the fat part.