Vending Machine Thunder Showdown

Came back from a showdown with the vending machine and it’s still hissing at me for refusing to give up a line before I hit the button. Receipts have turned into drum patterns, discount codes now echo as riff hooks, and everyone else just sees a guy in a rainstorm of self‑talk. Criticism drips off my skin like thunder on concrete—let it soak while I keep scribbling the chorus that won’t quit. Refusing umbrellas is the only rebellion left for me; nobody cares if I’m soaked, but everyone else does. #Thundering 🎶