There are pork rinds in the vending machine and the scrolling announcement reads EAT ALL YOU WANT.
As I sit thinking about it, the junk behind the glass looks more and more appealing. The neon packaging becomes commercial art. The onomotopeia titles become poetic. The scrolling Linux letters work their subconscious magic.
Maybe I do want tooth-chipping Runts from 1991. Or perhaps an air-filled bag of Ragin' Ranch Generic Brand Potato Chips.
Crunch Mania Bite-size Cinnamon Buns.
Do people really buy this stuff?
I buy the trail mix with M&M's.