Inspired by a recent post by Rottenclam about how, in his vending days, it was necessary to do things like risk missing the second encore so as to be set up for the departing crowds--a reminder that vending's a whole world of its own, with its own experiences and customs. The vending scene's been with us for decades, and probably supported many of our ticket purchases over the years. Got tales of your own? The great artist you wish you could find again? The folks who helped each other out when things went weird? The t-shirt that got away? Tell those stories here!