The story · 1993
The story of Face-Blaster Fountain
Every school had a Face-Blaster Fountain, usually right outside the gym. Press the button gently and you got a sad trickle that forced you to lick the metal. Press a little harder and a geyser hit your forehead. The line after recess was legendary, and the kid behind you always counted your sips out loud.
Kids swore the fountain by the art room was the coldest in the building and walked three hallways out of their way for it.





