A few years ago I happened upon a house in my neighborhood that had its very own vending machine set up next to the garage. At first I thought that maybe it was just there, like lawn art, but then a young kid ran out of the front door, slipped some change into the machine and out popped a can of Coke.
It was like magic and dammit I wanted one.
Of course, the hubby was all like "I'm not putting a vending machine in our front yard, the neighbors already hate us because we don't mow the grass and you want to play pretend convenience store?" So, I let my dream of owning a vintage Fanta vending machine die in my soul.
But then I saw the Koolatron.
Let's just take a minute and smother ourselves in the name. Does anyone else feel a nostalgic twinge for a mechanical device that will cool your drinks 32 degrees below room temperature and named after what might have been an urban Johnny 5?
It can't be just me.
And okay, so it's a desk top version, not actual size, but still, it will hold 12 cans of whatever and it plugs into your wall socket and it makes the thunk sound when it releases your can from the depths of its being so, technically, it's a vending machine.
And yes, I want it.
Because it's named Koolatron...especially because it's named Koolatron...and the name "Koolatron" is emblazoned right on the front in 1984-font so everyone can see it.
Oh Koolatron, you had me at Koolatron.
Source: Red Ferret
