When I was a kid, I absolutely, for some odd reason, loved vending machines.

Anybody else weird like me as a kid?

I love vending machines or something about walking up to a vending machine when you had

35 cents in your pocket, because back in the day, 35 cents would get you a long way.

And I would stare at the vending machine looking at all of my options, strategizing, which

would be the wisest choice to get the optimal enjoyment.

And once I had my selection, I'd take a quarter to dime or whatever it is, I'd put

it in the little

slot, and then I would press the button. And how many of you know about the metal spiral?

Anybody know what I'm talking about the metal spiral? A little metal spiral would start to spin,

and it would push whatever it is, the bag of chips, the ding-dong, whatever it is, start pushing

it forward, and ultimately it would

drop within my grasp. I loved vending machines, just to drop a few brands. And for the record,

this is not a paid announcement. I'm not making any money off these promotions. But back in the day, we didn't drink Coke or Pepsi.

It was orange-crush and mellow yellow.

Anybody know what I'm talking about?

On the candy machines, it was blow pops, jolly ranchers, or hubba-bubble gum for the glory of God.

If you feel the spirit of God in this place, you can say amen.

Okay? And then with snacks back in the day, it was Zingers, Little Debbie Honeybuns, or Chili Cheese Freetoze.

It was good back in the day. I loved the vending machines until did this ever happen.

You'd put your money in.

You'd push the button.

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