In the kitchen we have a little vending machine called the Snack King. And I can reach my arm, because my arm is long and fairly skinny, right up through the dispensing chute into the back, where the wiry corkscrews release the treats held within. I can reach in and pluck a Snickers or a Quaker Chewy chocolate chip granola bar from its corkscrewey grasp. But I never do, unless I've put in my money and nothing comes out. Today jack busted me with my arm all the way up inside the King as he came into the kitchen. I'm not sure he believed me when I said I wasn't stealing.