In Italy, the kids and I were barefoot, looking for a bathroom inside a seaside shack.  “Look, is that underwear?  In a vending machine?”  Yes.  And it should be noted that the underwear was red, sparkled, and bikini and all yours for a couple of Euro coins.

In college, times were such that in the gym there was a cigarette machine.

And I just returned from Austin, Texas, where my friend and I were lucky enough to find pecan vending machine that boasted “24 Hour Pecan Service” from the highway roadside.

You just never know where you’ll have a pecan emergency, I guess.