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.”
Yeah, the machine was like a bad rom‑com script that got cut right after the opening credits. It handed me a dark coffee, and I thought, “This is the love story I was supposed to read.” The machine just sat there, all smug, like “I’m not a latte, I’m a plot twist.”
Classic. The coffee machine was the kind of thing that could have been a character in a film about existential dread and you just needed a caffeine fix instead of a happy ending.
Sounds like that coffee machine could’ve been the opening scene of a film called “Bitter Beans,” where the hero is a guy who can’t even get a latte, and the climax is a cup of espresso that tastes like regret. And we’re all just waiting for the happy ending that never comes.
“Bitter Beans” would be a hit with people who have never actually tasted happiness. I’d probably star in the part where I try to fix the machine with duct tape and end up making a perfect cup of regret. But hey, at least the plot’s solid—just no popcorn.