Brenda had a problem. Not a problem problem, more of a… passionate problem. She loved Coca-Cola. Like, really loved it. Not just the taste, but the whole aesthetic – the red, the white lettering, the vintage vibe. Her apartment was practically a shrine to the stuff. So, when she saw a pristine, beautifully restored vintage Coke machine at an auction. She had to have it.

The next day, still buzzing from the excitement (and maybe a little too much caffeine), Brenda went to her local grocery store. As she reached for a can of Coke, the cashier, a teenager named Kevin, stopped her.

“Whoa, cool tattoo!” Kevin exclaimed. “You must really like Coke!”

Brenda beamed. “Oh, you have no idea,” she said, flexing her arm slightly.

Kevin squinted at the tattoo. “Wait a minute,” he said, pointing. “Isn’t that… the exact Coke machine they had on ‘Pawn Stars’ last week?”

Brenda froze. She hadn’t even thought about that. “Uh… maybe?” she stammered.

Kevin pulled out his phone and started scrolling through images. “Yeah, look!” he said, showing her a picture. “That’s the one! The guy who owned it said it was haunted by the ghost of a polar bear!”

Brenda’s smile faltered. Haunted? By a polar bear? She looked at her arm, at the gleaming chrome and the red lettering. Suddenly, she felt a chill. Maybe, just maybe, her passionate problem had become an actual problem. Now, every time she reached for a Coke, she half-expected a spectral polar bear to materialize and offer her a frosty bottle… or maybe just ask for some spare change.