My favorite vintage soda (pop) machine was the one where you lifted the top, put in a nickel? dime? and ran a hanging bottle through a slot til yo got the gate, then you pulled it up.
Those were the best--filled with ice-cold water which gave you the coldest possible drink.
All the world’s a stage, but obviously the play is unrehearsed and everybody is ad-libbing his lines. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to tell if we’re living in a tragedy or a farce.