Tom's snacks?
My husband Chris was addicted to them when he was growing up in his mom's motel. I've seen where the vending machine is in relation to his room -- let's call it four feet -- so I know that Chris's potato chip lust was real. My darling could practically reach out his window and come back with a bag of salty something.
My hotel vending machine obsession was
Big Red soda, which tastes like candy and fizz and riding a pony at a circus-themed birthday party. I remember the day the vending machine down the hall from our suite was first stocked with it; I felt as if I'd won the lottery. The simple pleasures of youth.
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