That makes sense. My early years spent vacationing in Maine (8 hours on the road) have left me with fond ideas of diners - the ones with the mini-jukeboxes at the tables. Perhaps my parents hated the food, I don’t remember, I would just eat bacon or grill cheese and tomato soup - my go-to lunch.
Flipping the “pages” of those table top juke boxes back and forth I’d bet, just like the rest of us kids. Darn good thing the folks didn’t let us drop any coins in them though.