This vending machine was spotted while using a restroom off the Autobahn. Oddly enough, it reminded me of my mother.
Some quick background: My mother was a true specimen of eccentricity. She also got a bit batty in her old age. She never had a functional transmission between the brain and tongue at any age.
Moving forward: My parents are over at my brother's house. (Both of them are in their 80's at this point.) Mom starts leafing through the Austin Chronicle that was lying around and discovers the, ahem, interesting ads in the back. The Chronicle is the local free rag, complete with offbeat local news, personals, ads for escorts, and ads for sex toys. The purveyors of sex toys apparently have a generous ad budget, and spend it on large ads replete with photos.
My poor brother walks into the room, and Mom greets him with, "What's a butt stopper?" After recovering from the initial shock and confusion, he figured out what she was asking and says some vague things about different strokes for different folks, then suggests that she call the advertiser and ask, as he has no personal experience.
And she does.
None of us were privy to that conversation, but she reported that the man who answered the phone was very polite and explained fully how a butt plug was used. This seemed to mollify her. To my knowledge, she never asked my brother about any sex toys again. It is entirely possible this wasn't her last conversation with the advertiser, though. We will never know.
