Forgive me if I've posted this before, but I can't get over the coincidence that in Clarksville, Indiana, and North Syracuse, New York, I happen to live down the street from a vend-a-bait machine that spits out worms with a couple of singles. There is something remarkably quirky about this convenience and that for a couple of green bucks, one could get a cup of slimy urchins. The machines run 365 days a year and there are all sorts of miraculous things people might do with a cup of worms, in say, later January. You can snuggle with them by the fire, or you can take them with you snowmobiling. Here's to the inventor of Vend-a-bait and may our species continue to embrace theirs.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Vend-a-worm
Forgive me if I've posted this before, but I can't get over the coincidence that in Clarksville, Indiana, and North Syracuse, New York, I happen to live down the street from a vend-a-bait machine that spits out worms with a couple of singles. There is something remarkably quirky about this convenience and that for a couple of green bucks, one could get a cup of slimy urchins. The machines run 365 days a year and there are all sorts of miraculous things people might do with a cup of worms, in say, later January. You can snuggle with them by the fire, or you can take them with you snowmobiling. Here's to the inventor of Vend-a-bait and may our species continue to embrace theirs.
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