Buddha was sitting in the top row of the vending machine, waiting for the za-zing of coins to drop.
He sat there, all zen in his lotus position, acting as if being between nacho chips and cheese puffs was instant nirvana.
I put in my quarters and watched transfixed as the unpretentious spiritual master floated down into the metal receiving tray.
I chose serenity over empty calories on a dreary Monday.
Besides, who expected Buddha to arrive at snack time?