Back in the 1970s I operated a vending machine company with hundreds of vending machines.
I don't get it. Seltzer has only two ingredients: water and carbon dioxide, so why would anyone buy a bottle of branded seltzer water that costs more than twice as much as the store brand?
Prepaid debit cards are nothing more than legalized banditry preying on people who can least afford all these fees.
In the early 1970s my brother and I were partners in a vending machine business.
All the years Warren Buffett was making billions he said nothing about the rich paying more in taxes. Now he's singing a different tune.
For any of my readers who don't know, poor souls afflicted with kleptocodia [yes, I made the word up] suffer from an obsessive impulse to download software they do not need nor will ever use.
When I was twelve years old (1957) I shined shoes on Saturdays to get money for comic books and movies. One of the ways I would get bigger tips was to offer to change worn out shoelaces. I'd say, "Hey mister, your laces are worn out, I'll change 'em for you, no charge."
"If all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail." Well, I started to hot glue everything onto hair combs.
In 1975 I bought my first computer, an IBM 5100, for $15,000 to automate the bookkeeping for my vending machine business. This was about two years before the Apple II was available for less than 1/10th that price.
The Print Yellow Pages is a $15 billion industry, so why are there dozens of Yellow Pages in my lobby still wrapped in plastic waiting to be picked by the tenants of the building?
