There’s an old vending machine sitting keeping watch in the basement car park at work. It just sits there, empty, not selling anything, in vending purgatory.
It freaks me out a little each time I walk past it.
Life between coffees.
There’s an old vending machine sitting keeping watch in the basement car park at work. It just sits there, empty, not selling anything, in vending purgatory.
It freaks me out a little each time I walk past it.