My mom used to take me to McDonald's for some French fries on the way back to school after getting my braces tightened. I think that I made her feel sorry for me. So these days I'm the one driving her around post-knee replacement surgery and after some painful bending and straightening, she was in need of a drink. Anyway, these days when you order a Coke, the order goes from the drive-thru head-set wearing order taker to the drink machine that selects the size of cup and drops it into the assembly-line like conveyor belt, stops at the ice, then to the drink dispenser which pours in just the right amount. Pretty cool. We drove off, straight teeth and brand new knee.
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