on kodiak island in alaska, there is one cigarette vending machine located in the cafeteria of a local fish processing plant [cannery, baby!] the trick was to go lateish at night, when very few souls were around.

this was extraordinarily frightening, given the fairly long journey through brightly-lit hallways to get to the cafeteria, and the ancient machine's inability to accept anything except quarters, and the loud crashing jangle the change machine next to the cig machine made.

ahh, memories. glad it didnt have age-verification. it even gave you free captain's keg-printed matchbooks if you pressed the button hard enough, even though the captain's keg closed twenty years earlier.