Vending machines…
I’ve already noted how there’s no coffee in this office, leaving the vending machines in the basement as my only way to obtain my caffine fix. Turns out the machine on the left won’t take my state of Georgia quarter and the one one the right will accept GA but not Massachusetts. This kind of makes sense because the machines themselves look like they were built during “The War Between The States” and they could still be harbouring some resentment.
