Polk Vending Co.
Fort Worth, Texas
To the person who runs the building,
Running a building is a hundred small jobs. I’d like to take one off your list.
In most buildings, the vending machine is the one thing nobody truly owns. It shows up, half-works for years, and sits dark in a corner with a honey bun stuck in the coil. When it breaks, there’s no one to call.
That isn’t bad luck. Most machines are stop #4,000 on somebody’s route, run from an office that has never seen your lobby.
I’m building Polk Vending Co. the other way around, here in Dallas–Fort Worth: modern smart coolers, one building at a time. I buy the machine, install it, stock it, clean it and fix it. It costs you nothing, and there’s no catch. I only do well if it sells, so making it good is my job.
My company is young and small, and I’d rather tell you that than dress it up. Small is the point. When your machine needs anything, the phone that rings is mine, not a call center three states away.
Every machine gets 60 days to prove itself. If it isn’t pulling its weight by then, I’ll come get it at my cost. All you ever risked was a wall outlet.
Give me ten minutes on site, and I’ll tell you honestly whether a machine belongs there.
It would be my honor to serve your building.
Gratefully,





























