
Anyone who has gotten a major face lift living in the state of Pennsylvania, beware. You may not be able to purchase wine if the camera doesn’t like what it see’s. Welcome to the wonderful world of vending machine wines.
Are you a hermit that likes to live in your cave, hate talking to other people and avoid any human contact? Do you only shop at stores that have self-checkouts? When a sales person approaches you, do you run the other way? Do you like knowing that the state liquor authority tracks all your purchases and knows not only how much you drink, but what your drinking? (I can just see the SLA employees laughing at peoples wine purchases, “there goes another white zinfandel!”) Do you like to make wine decisions based solely on a flowery label description that is purposely trying to sell you what may be junk, instead of asking a knowledgeable salesperson who has quite possibly tasted the wine for themselves (like a Ryan’s staff member)? Then why don’t you move to Pennsylvania!
Here’s how the “Wine Kiosk” (a nice name for wine vending machine) works:
1. Press B13 for Barefoot Merlot. This is after having to call your spouse and ask if they remember liking it, or what it tasted like (look at the dude in the picture, he’s doing this right now!) You already tried finding an employee at the supermarket, but something tells you all the 16-year olds stocking the shelves won’t be much help. Wow, this whole automated wine vending machine thingy sounded like a good idea! Talk about customer service. Oh well, guess you’ll just have to keep pushing buttons on the screen for 10 minutes till you find what you want (this is if your undecided on your purchase. If you do know what you’d like, then your all set.)
2. Swipe your ID. This is so the government can keep tabs on who the wino’s are. We are a dangerous bunch you know; starting bar fights (“you said what about my merlot?!”), waiting for the clock to tick “9am” so we can purchase our first of many bottles of the day… but more importantly, its so they can provide good customer service to us the next time we shop. What? Can’t I call up the Pennsylvania State Liquor Authority and ask them what case of wine I purchased last week?
3. Hand us your money. Better hope you have a debit or credit card on you. Your cash ain’t good here son.
4. Blow. Better hope you didn’t just use some Listerine or cough syrup with alcohol in it! Do you want me to walk in a straight line and stand on one foot counting to 50 also? You know us wino’s, we like to down a bottle at 9am and then stumble in to buy more an hour later.
5. Smile for the camera! Hmm, my license picture was taken 6 years ago when I had short hair and was 30 pounds heavier because I was pregnant. I look a little different now, but hopefully that state employee sitting 300 miles away in Harrisburg, PA (remember, I’m buying this wine somewhere in PA) thinks I look somewhat the same.
So, there must be an upside to buying wine in a vending machine, right? You can:
1.) look at all the bottles through glass doors and wire cages. I mean, really, I can’t tell you how many times people have come into Ryan’s and asked us to put all of our wines behind forboding wire cages and glass doors. Look only; don’t touch!
2.) rely solely on a pretty label and intuition to help you pair your Beef Bourguignon with a wine. Wait, what’s that? You can’t see the pretty label through the wire cages? Sorry! Maybe “Chaz” or “Taz” or whatever his name is mopping up the bathroom floor can help you pair up your meal with a nice bottle!
3.) hope that 16 year old stock-boy can give you a better description other than, “yeah, it gets you drunk quick” or “tastes like Bubble-Yum bubble gum”.
4.) succumb to buying really cheap wine at a higher price! Not only do you get your pick of every Yellow Tail and Alice White flavor out there, you get to pay $1 more per bottle! Yippee! The $1 is a “convenience fee”, because nothing say’s convenience like looking at wines through wire cages and glass doors, getting no help from 16 year pimple-faced stock boy, and blowing into a breathalizer and feeling like a criminal to get your cheap wine at a higher price!
5.) stand in line for 20 minutes as Grandma in front of you figures out how to work this newfangled contraption. Little whipper-snappers and them dang computerized thing-a-mabobbers! It’s taking Grandma 10 minutes just to flip through the on-screen pages of wine to find out if her Alice White Chardonnay will pair with her Werther’s originals, meanwhile your bottle is right in front of you. B-13; Barefoot Merlot. Behind the 3rd glass door, second shelf down, 3rd wire cage over.
and the best advantage over all others?
6.) watch the person who was in front of you get denied their wine because they failed their breathalizer test and then get nabbed by the cops outside the grocery store. Maybe there is a use for this contraption after all
http://www.pennlive.com/midstate/index.ssf/2010/06/wine_vending_kiosks_open_for_u.html
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