I remember in college we had a soda/juice vending machine in the lobby. We would use it for mixers when we were just too lazy to get in the car and go to a grocery store (aka everyday).
There was one button on the machine that, if pushed just right, you could get two of the juices for 50 cents.
The double juice, of course, was the grossest one the machine had to offer...it was a weird cherry vanilla that I can still taste with my memory...along with the Popov vodka that was equivalent to rubbing alcohol.
The thing is, we would ALWAYS get it. Because the thought of getting two of the gross juices for the price of one good juice was just too awesome to pass up.
People are so weird.
There was one button on the machine that, if pushed just right, you could get two of the juices for 50 cents.
The double juice, of course, was the grossest one the machine had to offer...it was a weird cherry vanilla that I can still taste with my memory...along with the Popov vodka that was equivalent to rubbing alcohol.
The thing is, we would ALWAYS get it. Because the thought of getting two of the gross juices for the price of one good juice was just too awesome to pass up.
People are so weird.
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