I don’t know who invented the “Coke Freestyle” machine but I feel confident they never stood behind the average American at a regular soda fountain. We can’t efficiently manage eight choices, much less 800.
The customers who are confronted with the machines at most places I visit interact with them the way the proto-human hominids at the beginning of “2001: A Space Odyssey” interacted with the monolith. They’re scared and tentative at first, then have a moment of clarity, and finally club the manager with their cup before throwing it in the air accompanied with a mighty yawp!
…i am more than certain that i haven’t laughed as hard as i did at this in years.
I swear…this is why I stopped playing the clarinet after only six weeks. They were about to put us on stage to do something like this and even in fourth grade I had no patience for bad art! Ag
a tumblelog by anthony giffen.
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Humor, Social Commentary...oh, who am I kidding? You're here because of the conversations with my dog.