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Speaking of magazines…
The domestic airport at Delhi had this handy-dandy magazine vending machine. Great to know I can get Time, Good Housekeeping, or Cosmopolitan if I need them.
But I should admit. I’m not really a fan of vending machines. Too many times I’ve gotten a Diet Pepsi instead of a 7Up or watched in disappointment as my Doritos got stuck mid-drop on the spiral thingy. I mean, I can just imagine pressing the buttons for Time and getting one of the machine’s Hindi-language rags instead.
Apparently, though, the company’s got a guy on hand, should I run into any vending machine woes. (He was standing around while I was looking in) So weird. I mean, why not just have him sitting there selling them??? Because it makes much more sense to create a machine to replace the human…and then hire another human to watch the machine. Obviously.
