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Coach Vending Machine 2: Vending Day

When Iowa posted an opening for assistant football coach, they didn't expect that one of the applicants would be revenge ... by a vending machine. I mean, why would they?


Last year around this time, Iowa hired a vending machine as quarterbacks coach, but things ended badly ...


You might have thought Iowa football's involvement with vending machines would have ended then and there, but you would have been dead wrong, mister. Recently, the following job ad appeared on the University of Iowa's website:


Almost immediately, a user named "Wasabeef" began to fill out an application:




Revenge2_medium Revenge3_medium

Later, in Conference Room C, Kinnick Stadium, Iowa City, Iowa

Iconferentz_medium Alright, looks like we've got another coach to hire. How did we do this last year?

Iconbarta_medium You threw darts at your assistants, but I've been told by the higher-ups that you can't do that any more. We had to post the job publicly and accept applications through the normal university channels.

Greg_cowboy_icon_medium Ooh, can I apply?

Iconferentz_medium Greg, you already work here.

Greg_cowboy_icon_medium I know, but my copy of What Color is Your Parachute says that "when you find yourself in an untenable job situation, it is wise to explore possible landing places so that you are not caught off guard by sudden unemployment." So I like to put in applications whenever I hear something open up.

Iconferentz_medium ...

Greg_cowboy_icon_medium I've heard back from The Gap already, but I told them I'd have to wait and call them back.

Iconferentz_medium Anyway --

Greg_cowboy_icon_medium My parachute is blue.

Iconferentz_medium As I was saying, if that's the way we have to hire people now, let's get it over with. Show me the candidates.

After several hours, the three men have winnowed a long list of applicants down to a handful, when they reach the final application.

Iconferentz_medium Who's this -- Nat. Ven Ding Masheen Jr.?

Iconbarta_medium Sounds Vietnamese. Maybe "Nat" is for Nathaniel?

Greg_cowboy_icon_medium I once knew a Dutch guy named Nathan Van De Kamp. Like the beans.

Iconferentz_medium Well I've never heard of this guy. And he's been working in Japan as some kind of... waiter, I guess? I'll pass.

Iconbarta_medium Hold on a minute. Did you see this guy's references? Steve Largent, Jerry Rice, Don Hutson. They all rave about him.

Iconferentz_medium I thought Don Hutson died in 1997.

Iconbarta_medium And under "accomplishments" he listed "taught Bill Walsh West Coast Offense" and "invented dig route". Plus he speaks "some Spanish". This guy is a genius. We need to get him in here.

Iconferentz_medium Come on, it's obviously a tissue of lies.

Iconbarta_medium Everyone who didn't coach a team that produced only seven passing touchdowns this year, raise your hand. [raises hand]

Iconferentz_medium ...

Greg_cowboy_icon_medium [raises hand]

Iconferentz_medium Put your hand down, Greg.

Greg_cowboy_icon_medium I don't think you can blame the defensive coordinator for the team not scoring touchdowns.

Iconferentz_medium You are the offensive coordinator, Greg.

Greg_cowboy_icon_medium I am? Oh dear.

Iconbarta_medium It's settled then, we bring in the Japanese/Vietnamese/Dutch guy.

Barta sends out the invitations to the various candidates, including the mysterious Nat. Ven Ding Masheen. Moments later, there is a flash of light and a clap of thunder in the visiting locker room.



Several days later, in Conference Room C


Iconferentz_medium So where is this guy? All the other candidates showed up, but this Masheen has kept us waiting for half an hour. And it's almost lunch time. Kirk is getting hungry here.

Iconbarta_medium Let's give him a few more minutes.

Iconferentz_medium How long has this vending machine been here? Looks high-tech. Maybe I can stave off my hunger pangs with a little snacky-snack.


Iconferentz_medium Hmm... these are some odd choices. I don't know what those things in the upper left are, I don't think Mr. Tippetts would like me bringing home another cat, and I don't smoke... The only thing I recognize is that potato. So I'll have that. Umm... how do I do this? I don't see any buttons. Maybe it's voice activated. "Potato chips please".

Vendingicon_medium Here you are, Coach Ferentz. No charge.

Iconferentz_medium Wow, a talking vending machine. And it knows my name. What a world.

Vendingicon_medium *whirr beep blorp* DISPENSING.




Iconferentz_medium Ah, potato chips. The finest of the chips. [Raises chip to mouth]

Greg_cowboy_icon_medium Hey guys, they were having a catered event downstairs and I scored two feet of a six foot sub!

Iconferentz_medium Ooh, screw these chips. Give me 12 inches of that!

Iconbarta_medium TWSS.

Vendingicon_medium Damnit.

Iconferentz_medium Watch the profanity, Greg.

Later, Coach Ferentz exits the secure gate separating his office from his assistants.


Little does he know he has company...


And just as he's about to reach the exit...


Vendingicon_medium Would you like some chips, Coach Ferentz?

Iconferentz_medium What the... Oh, it's just this new fangled vending machine. No thanks. I try not to eat salty snacks after five P.M. [gets in car] A vending machine that follows you to your car. What a wondrous technological age we live in. [drives off]

Vendingicon_medium <Grrrrrrrr>

Coach Ferentz drives home, but once again he is not alone.


And in the Ferentz driveway, a final confrontation takes place.

Vendingicon_medium Coach Ferentz, how about those chips?

Iconferentz_medium Gosh darnit, these high-tech machines are pushy. I can't have chips. My doctor says salty snacks before bed time are what's causing all those nightmares where I need four yards for a first down and keep getting three and a half. I'm going to have to say goodnight, but still, what a fascinating push-button age we live in, where a vending machine can be described as "pushy". Nana Ferentz would be amazed.

Vendingicon_medium Okay. Fine... [begins to roll away] Wait -- what about some gum?

Iconferentz_medium Gum, eh? Well, yeah, I can always do for some gum. As long as it's sugar-free, of course.

Vendingicon_medium Excellent. Here you go.


Iconferentz_medium Thanks, pal.

Vendingicon_medium The pleasure is all mine. <sotto voce> You killed my father, you bastard, and now you're going to pay.



Vendingicon_medium REVENGE!!! BWA-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH!