November 12, 2003
Redbox, we hardly knew ye
It had to come to this. Redbox, that wonderous, wonderful gigantic vending machine, is no more.
I remember the day I moved into my current apartment. Having lugged a few boxes and inflated my mattress, I went out for a few drinks in Adams Morgan. Drunk as the proverbial skunk, I wobbled down 18th Street to get back to my new home.
Amazingly, I remembered that I had no toilet paper at home and that it might come in handy should I need to, well, use toilet paper. In addition, I happened to be showing around some new-in-town interns I met at Gazuza earlier that night. How do I stop for toilet paper without stopping in the over-lit vibe-killer that is CVS?
You use Redbox, that's how.
I demonstrated the Redbox, impressing the ladies and fullflling what was soon to become a pressing need.
Thanks, Redbox.
Posted by rj3 at November 12, 2003 9:16 AM
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It really is depressing; I was going to stop there on my way home from work two nights ago for a drink, and all that was left was a big sign thanking me for my patronage.
Oh, poor McDonald's, whatever will become of you.
Posted by: amg at November 12, 2003 10:10 AM