Those machines were the worst part of my job at Hy-Vee as a teenager. I'd be doing my thing at the customer service counter, selling a hundred scratch offs to the weirdos that thought they had it all figured out (and scratched their tickets AT the counter), and all of the sudden I would heard that god-awful beep coming from the can room. Either the machine was jammed or it was full, or both. Either was I was getting dirty. Half the time the full bags would get a hole, so I would end up carrying a giant plastic bag to the back of the store while its disgusting, smelly contents leaked down my sleeve or pant leg. Afterwards, I would do my best to sanitize and proceed to go back to handling peoples' groceries and money.
Also, these machines didn't differentiate between or reject cans/bottles that contained chew spit, cigarette butts, and/or used condoms.
Also, these machines didn't differentiate between or reject cans/bottles that contained chew spit, cigarette butts, and/or used condoms.