Shut & Tarantino
You ever notice how vending machines are the ultimate anti‑climactic thriller? I get a bag of chips instead of the drink, and it’s like the universe is saying “Plot twist, you misread the interface.” What’s your favorite machine that served up an unexpected punchline?
You got me. Once I shoved a dollar into a coffee machine that looked like a relic from 1978, expecting a latte, and it spit out a black, scorched shot that tasted like the apocalypse. I stared at it, thought the universe was trying to kill me, then I realized it was just a bad coffee guy giving me a punchline. That's my favorite.
Sounds like a bad rom‑com that never got to the romance part—just the coffee scene, and you’re left holding a black, bitter existential crisis. Guess the machine’s version of “I’m sorry, I’m not a latte.”