whenever I buy a soda at a vending machine I have a mild panic episode between the time I put my money in the machine and when I punch the button for the soda I want. Even if I already know what kind of drink I want, I still freak a little bit before pushing the button. I'm always afraid some person will swoop in out of the shadows and punch the button for me. They might pick something gross like Vault or grape Fanta.
In all my knitting and TV watching, I realized where this fear comes from: The Office.