Cherry Coke Is the Bomb
Some days at work I decide to go to the far end of the building to get a Coke. I like to take a walk through the manufacturing floor to see if anything interesting is being assembled. Also, the faraway Coke machine is cool. It’s internally arranged like a snack-vending machine, except that the bottles aren’t simply dumped into a tray at the bottom when dispensed. Instead, there is a conveyor platform that moves to the height of the selected row, catches the bottle, brings it to mid-level in the machine, and conveys it into a little hopper on the right side.
I enjoy watching the machine work, but I also like that the drink I want—Cherry Coke—is at position C-4. Every time I punch the keys, I imagine someone overhearing in an airport…
Some other guy: “Hey, where’d you get that?”
Me: “It’s C-4 in the vending machine.”
