Ciggies no more

On the third floor of the American Art museum there is a newly installed, old cigarette vending machine. I remember these from my childhood. In fact, there was one at a Greek restaurant Acropolis in the town where I grow up, which sold golden, crispy, flaky, triangular pastries stuffed with white cheesy goodness. But, I digress. These machines, you recollect, had funny knobs which, when pulled, released a pack of poison into the receptacle below. Now, this Artomatic machine in the museum drops packs of arts for just 5 bucks. I saw one person open a packet of small picture cards and a set of 3D glasses. Who knows what other treasures lie therein? Reminds me of the cheesy pastries.