Friday, November 5, 2010

Mets Soda



Every I passed the vending machine that sold Mets soda. Everyday I told Yuka, "I need to pick up a Mets soda for my awesome Chiropractor, Dr. Jacobsen." I would tell myself that I would pick it up tomorrow everyday. Until finally on the last day I remembered to buy it and the machine was on the other side of the train station. I took a picture to prove that Mets soda exists. If only I didn't fear the third rail...

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