Limit’s reached. I wait for a reaction, a sign. It doesn’t issue a ticket. It doesn’t give change. It doesn’t reject coins.
Totally lifeless.
My supply of coins is not indefinite, not from my pocket, purse, nor my personal reserve. My patience is not unlimited.
I stand by the machine, wait for it to wake up, give me the ticket I need.
My efforts aren’t validated.
Nor is the space I parked.