I remember riding my 20" bike in the summer up to one of the two corner stores (geez, remember them?), walking in, going over to a big chest immersion cooler and sticking my arm over the elbow into excruciatingly cold water, sometimes with big clear ice chunks in it, to fish out my preferred bottle of soda (usually birch beer). It would sometimes take a lot of fishing. Once landed, flipping the bottle cap on the opener, with the cap dropping into a small tin cap-catcher. Then, up to the register with a burning arm to pay my nickel. Aaahhhh! To be six and free!