I got a nice little Valentine in the mail today- five smackeroonies! Almost as good as five smoocheroonies. A couple of weeks ago I stuck a five dollar bill in a change machine. The machine made some odd repeating whirring sounds that wouldn't have been out of place on a NIN song, and after a while the noises stopped, but no change did proceed forthwith from the dispenser. What the Poo? I said. I stared in Astonished Disbelief for a while, kicked the machine a couple of times, and finally accepted the fact that it had decided to keep my five bucks. So I called the company that owned the machine, and they said they would send someone right away. Which I took to mean that my five dollars was gone forever. But no! Today it came in the mail! Yay!