Vending machine teaA NiceCupOfTeaAndASitDown special report
Have you ever been fortunate to work at a company that is so successful, so huge and all powerful, that it deems that its employees shall not have to make their own tea. No, not for them the drudgery of tea and coffee making, the demeaning scrabble for the kettle, or the productivity sapping wait for it to boil. Oh no only the best for these lucky people. Bestowed upon them the ultimate convenience, their own free vending machine dispensing a variety of hot and cold beverages.
Well thats the idea, but of course we all know that vending machines produce some of the most offputting and unpleasant discharges known in any branch of science, engineering, plumbing or industrial waste disposal. Lets face it, anything that produces tea, coffee, vegetable soup and lime squash whilst making a noise like a bin lorry collecting rubbish should be viewed with deep suspicion.
Many have their own idiosyncratic twists. The refusal to dispense drinks into anything but their own flimsy plastic cups is all too common. Once the cup is removed from sanctuary of the machine it quickly looses all structural integrity. This is much like a milk carton whose top has been completely opened and then recklessly filled to brimming with boiling oil. Try sticking your own mug in the dispensing bay one of these guys and it will receive a small squirt of something foul whilst you'll be sprayed with scalding hot water as the whole machine shuts down to await the attentions of its 'local' service engineer. The engineer of course has three other similar incidents at machines to attend to this morning in the same fifty mile wide callout area.
Should you find yourself present when the engineer does turn up, then whatever you don't look inside the machine when it's opened up. To do so is to gaze upon a forbidden nightmare world of pipes and fluid, beyond our everyday comprehension. This is much like being the hapless witness to an alien autopsy. The fact these people usually turn up with a couple of buckets and wearing waterproof footwear puts one more in mind of farmyard animals being assisted in the act of giving birth, rather than a nice cuppa.
Perhaps you've been physically or mentally damaged by the output of one of these deranged metal boxes, or perhaps you actually like them and are constantly charmed by the offerings. Either way we want to hear your stories. Who knows we may even do a little icon to go with them.
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