Comments on: Tripping the Inner Snack-Sensor

By: James

James — Tue, 30 Jun 2009 01:18:10 +0000

I used to buy all the “apple uglies” from the machine located in my barracks in camp lejeune in the late nineties. No one else stood a chance. They were made by the company mentioned earlier “ho maid snacks”.
They changed the name to “home made snacks around 2000. I wish I would have kept one of the wrappers. It always made me laugh as I ate them. When I went to Okinawa the drink machines had 3 different brands of beer for $1 each.
I never bought any but many of my friends, mostly underage guys, did.

By: xan

xan — Thu, 29 Jan 2009 18:46:39 +0000

i know those lifesaver fakes of which you speak. they are up there in vending unholiness with beech nut gum.

my office has a wheel of death, but it has it’s moments. you can get those individual cereal bowls from it, and you can trust the milk for the most part.

and i LOVE those ice cream machines. i remember them from childhood at the science museum. it was like freedom for 65 cents in the shape of an ice cream sandwich. your mom wasn’t there to say things like “we have ice cream sandwiches at home!”

By: Sher

Sher — Thu, 08 Jan 2009 15:29:37 +0000

No vending machines at work – only a crappy restaurant. But I was at a ski lodge once near Ottawa that had a vending machine that made frenchfries right before your very eyes. You put your money in and watched while the frozen chips were dumped into a little boiling pot of oil, cooked, drained and then served into your little paper cup. And they were damn good!

By: Steve

Steve — Wed, 07 Jan 2009 17:47:16 +0000

The “Wheel of Death” was the greatest thing ever (at least in my late teens/early 20s)! The company who did the vending at my old job was “Jackson Brothers”, so we used to call that machine the “Jackson Bros. Rotisserie Special” or some such nonsense. Fantastic. Thanks for helping me recall such great memories.

By: J Shifty

J Shifty — Tue, 06 Jan 2009 18:18:32 +0000

I don’t have any prize vending machine tales, but I do have a friend who has worked for many years for a company that provides those snack trays often seen in the darkest corners of car repair bays, teacher lounges, and other such glamorous locations.

In 21st century America, it’s something that still operates on the ‘honor system,’ so I’m constantly amazed they’ve gone another year without going out of business. (Dave in Seattle’s report is more what I expect to happen.)

And Tammie, one of the highest joys of my young life was surgically dismantling and eating frozen Ring Dings, one layer at a time, from the outside in.