First off, I’m not sure if I can even blog about this. I probaly wasn’t even ment to see it either but I did. Here’s the tale of the brains of the fountain drink machine.
I guess I feel a cheated like in The Wizard of Oz. I always thought that the fountain drinks machines pumped the soda directly from the source. I guess ther isn’t soda lines under every street. Instead the goodness lives in dusty closet at the 7-11.
I got as close as I could to take in the sweet smells of sugar but was distracted by the sounds of the pumps. As I stepped closer to look at the lines filled with what I thought might be Dr. Pepper the door slammed shut and I could feel eyes on me. The clerk tapped me on the back. I turned around and was greeted with “my I help you?”. I slowly put my hands up and told him I wasn’t looking for any troubles and that I would be on my way.
I will never forget this day.
