déjà vu

When I visited my great-aunt in hospital yesterday, I took her for a little spin up and down the corridors in a wheelchair. It wasn't until I stopped for a pit-stop at the vending machine to get us a cup of hot chocolate that I noticed the 2 € coin slot:

I know I have a notoriously vivid imagination, but I couldn't help visions of cranky old people being logged onto shopping trolleys in suburbian supermarket car parks by their relatives popping into my head.