When I flew back from NYC recently, I arrived at SFO parched. The flight was over six hours, and while I had a couple of little cups of Diet Coke, that wasn't nearly enough. Near the baggage pickup I saw the familiar red glow of a Coke machine. As I swished through the bottom of my purse for change, I came up with very few coins. I slipped my finger into my wallet looking for a single, but had only a twenty and I knew that was useless.
But when I got to the machine, was I in for a surprise. This Coke machine takes CREDIT CARDS. A quick dip, no PIN required, ker-klunk, there she was in her 34 degree glory: My Diet Coke.
So there you'll find it on my Visa statement: One Coke, 20 ounce, $1.75. It's a wonderful world.