Appalachia Overheard

Overheard

Overheard-in-Appalachia

If you need to get something out of the snack machine you better go get it before I block the hallway off.

No, I don’t need nothing. I don’t partake of snack machines.

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Tipper

Overheard: snippets of conversation I overhear in Southern Appalachia

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    Quinn
    March 9, 2015 at 9:08 am

    My niece was recently stuck at work during one of the recent snowstorms, and mentioned that supper might have to be a candy bar from the machine in her building. She reminded me of when I found the only snack machine in the college library that offered 3Musketeers bars. I bought them because they seemed to have more volume for the weight and I could imagine I was getting more food value for my 65 cents. Ha!

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    Ken
    March 6, 2015 at 3:28 pm

    Tipper,
    I have a somewhat different view
    on Vending Machines. Back in the
    early 70’s, I worked at Alliance-
    Carolina Tool and Mold Corp. in
    Arden, N.C. (south Asheville)
    We didn’t have a “break time” so
    after a couple hours of work, I’d
    go to the vending machines and get a Coke and a Hot Dog, nuke it and it was very good. Some of
    the guys would get hot beanie
    weinies from a can for lunch.
    But I was just tickled to get
    that good lunchroom food when I
    was in school too…Ken

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    Ed Ammons
    March 6, 2015 at 11:14 am

    So you think you can’t get a square meal from a snack machine? You ain’t never had a pack of nabs? Food don’t get more square than that! Pair it up with a big RC and you’re in heaven. Sounds like somebody is missing out on the finer things in life.

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    Jackie
    March 6, 2015 at 10:24 am

    My doctor says, “If it comes in a box, bag or can it is not healthy.

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    dolores
    March 6, 2015 at 9:26 am

    Perhaps, the floor in the area of the snack machine was getting a much needed cleaning.

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    PinnacleCreek
    March 6, 2015 at 9:07 am

    Years of traveling rural areas in my work I was forced to eat from snack machines, as unfortunately the few restaurants had not very fast food. A book could be written, but fortunately for Amazon that is not on my bucket list. It would be difficult to recall all the machines that took my money with no snack, and worse yet nobody claimed the machine. As time went on snack machines soon became my greatest pet peeve, and I would have to squelch the desire to pound them with my purse. I was able to gain revenge when finally a defective machine kept spitting out snacks just by pressing a selection–no coins involved. Years later I still feel somewhat quilt-ridden when I realize there was a human hiding somewhere who actually owned that machine. With more choices available, I never use a snack machine unless forced to fulfill my role as doting Gramma.
    Nowadays I find myself surviving mostly on garden vegetables. Unfortunately, there is sometimes that hankerin’ for Doritos or just plain “junk food.” This is when I must remind myself of that petrified pimento cheese sandwich I obtained one time at a convenience store.

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    Tamela
    March 6, 2015 at 8:44 am

    . . . and I thought the “overheard” was “block the hallway off” – – of course, there is the common sense idea of a custodian mopping or some repair crew working who need to “block the hallway off”. Guess I need to ‘partake’ of some “wake-up juice” before I try to participate in this conversation!!
    Reminds me of when my classroom was ‘blocked off’ for 3 days: after complaining for ten years about there being a strange black dust accruing daily under the lab tables, a HazMat team shows up around 4:30 in the afternoon (students gone – most teachers gone or leaving)and tells me I have to be out of the room in 30 minutes and to take whatever I need to teach for the next three days – they were there to do an asbestos abatement. The principal told me I had to find my own alternative classroom – I wound up teaching outside under a tree. (Great place to teach science – luckily, we were blessed with beautiful spring, although slightly cool and breezy, weather.) I also had to find a home for 5 terrariums of reptiles. Ironically, we were studying the respiratory system and I was pointedly told not to discuss asbestos hazards during the unit this particular year~ . . . .

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    Barb Wright
    March 6, 2015 at 7:16 am

    Ha! This reminds me of once when hubby got a hamburger out of a machine at work.(He was there on OT,and didn’t have enough lunch from home.) He said it was so awful,that after one bite he spit it out and threw the rest in the trash. We don’t partake of snack machines either!!

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    b. Ruth
    March 6, 2015 at 7:13 am

    There are snack machines and then there are snack/lunch/dinner/supper machines…
    The first ones I saw of this type was at San Diego Lung Center hospital. The hospital was so large that floor had food service machines. Everything from soups, salads, sandwich’s, pizza, casserole cups, chicken etc., fruit cups, desserts and dairy of all types.
    My better half had to ‘partake’ of similar machines this past week since our son was hospitalized Thursday. The weather has not cooperated for me to travel with him or I am sure I would have visited one myself for coffee, drinks etc. They can be a source of nourishment until one can make it home for supper!
    Junk food machines, are not a good source of temporary nourishment, as it leaves you just “craving” or “having a taste for” more candy, crackers or chips!
    Thanks Tipper,
    PS…Our ice storm yesterday, thankfully, was short lived. We did have a skiff of snow on top of the new ice late last evening. We hope it totally melts when the temperature passes 32 degrees this afternoon!

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    Miss Cindy
    March 6, 2015 at 7:13 am

    I don’t partake of snack machines either. That almost sounds like I should know the people having that conversation.

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