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Coming from the famously repressive (but clean!) Washington, D.C., Metro system--where sneaking a french fry or munching a candy bar on an escalator can lead to an ugly incident with armed rent-a-cops--I still gasp when I see somebody noshing aboard a Tube carriage. But then again, there are vending machines on the Tube platforms.
Or are there?
Since my arrival, I have noticed that certain candy machines are out of order an every Tube platform--same brand, everywhere. And they purport to sell chocolate--each machine taunting us as they offer chocolate but you just can't get to it! Well, it turns out that it's probably for the best that they remain out of order.
(I'm a month late to the story, I know, but they're still all just sitting there, teasing us with their chocolatey goodness!)
Or are there?
Since my arrival, I have noticed that certain candy machines are out of order an every Tube platform--same brand, everywhere. And they purport to sell chocolate--each machine taunting us as they offer chocolate but you just can't get to it! Well, it turns out that it's probably for the best that they remain out of order.
(I'm a month late to the story, I know, but they're still all just sitting there, teasing us with their chocolatey goodness!)
posted by Smitty Werbenmanjensen at 7:59 AM
3 Comments:
Exploding chocolate machines! Sounds like a diabolical plot between Michael Jacobsen and Jack LaLanne! But of course you can go into any corner shop in London, buy Cadbury bars in a plethora of flavors unheard of in the U.S. of A., and gorge yourself on the Bakerloo Line between Earl's Court and Charing Cross.
And many do!
Unfortunately, it's allowed under the Geneva Convention.
If it weren't, I'm sure Alberto Gonzales would figure out a loophole.
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