Life's Little Pleasures

Call me perverse, but one of the most gratifying moments in my day is when, after I've sacrificed my $0.65, the treat of my choice takes a fatal swandive into the abyss from its coil-wrapped ledge in the vending machine. "Goodbye, cruel world!" I can hear the pop-tart saying as it plummets to its doom.

No sublimated hostility here. Nossiree.