Fire Extinguisher

So as you all know, I work for BYU Vending. I get two polo shirts and a hat that I have never worn. The hat has mesh in the back like one of those cool trucker hats. When we are going on our route, we often see other vending trucks that deliver goods such as frozen foods, candy bars, and other delectable items. More often than not, these trucks are carrying spoiled items that anyone can eat. My partner and I like to raid these trucks when they aren't looking. We often speak in pirate voices and cover one eye with a hand while collecting our spoils. Today I got an apple and a cream cheese filled soft pretzel that you warm up in the microwave. Delicious.
Sometimes we grab too many things to eat all at once, so we keep a stash of stolen spoils hidden behind our seat. However, someone stole our stashed stolen goods. Our Hostess Donette's and Craver's Cookies were gone! To say that we were crushed and hurt is an understatement. While I was driving the truck, my partner was searching frantically around the whole cabin. He reached behind the bench he was sitting on to grad the lever to make it lean forward so that he could see better, but instead of the seat lever he grabbed the fire extinguisher and squeezed (I almost wrote "squoze") the handle. Now, normally this wouldn't be a problem because a pin prevents accidental squeezing, however someone removed the pin and the whole cabin filled with chalky foam. Luckily I didn't crash. I have the reflexes of a puma. That stuff tastes so gross--I'm not even kidding. It was so weird; I have never seen one of those go off.
On a positive note, we did find 30 cents in the little return slot of various machines. We now have a total of $1.10. We hope to one day have enough to buy a mini frozen pizza. They cost $2.25. Lofty goal, I know--but you know what they say: shoot for the moon and if you miss, you'll fall among the stars.