‘Next’ Quarter


Back in the days of cavernous arcades, video game players had but one unwritten law amid the pizza slices and the Stridex: He who puts a quarter on the machine has got “Next.”

It didn’t matter if you were rich or poor, short or gangly, skilled at Killer Instinct or not: your quarter was gold here and that quarter meant you were up against the winner of the current match.

Woe to the unwordly fool who tried to pop a quarter (or, in some quarters, so to speak, the humble token) into the machine ahead of a quarter placed carefully on the acrylic rim below the game screen. “Eh, dude. No,” an elder gamer would say, pointing to the quarter (or row of quarters) lying in wait.

The death of video arcades (or at least video arcades that don’t use the distasteful debit card as its carrier of currency) means the “Next” Quarter custom has gone the way of the Pac-Man. What are you going to do now, stick your Wiimote next to the game console to let your roommates know you’ve got next at Wii Boxing? It’s not the same, man.

It’s not the same.

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Everyone remembers the first time their next quarter slipped into the cabinet. Oh that was a sad day.

Debit cards?! Well, I never. All the places I see video games (the boardwalk, random pizza places, random bars, the roller rink) have nice normal change machines and quarter slots. But our parking meters take debit cards now.

Dave & Busters and GameWorks use those kinds of cards. I haven’t been to a lot of boardwalks or roller rinks lately, though.

Don’t believe Omar’s line–I saw him during the couple skate at Round Rock Roller Rink last weekend. He was wearing red short-shorts and Mork from Ork suspenders.

I miss arcades. The first time I ever got in trouble for staying out too late was because of one. There was a guy finishing up the Willow arcade game and I wanted to see it.

I remember the line of quarters for the next game. Usually if the line was on the second player’s side, it was a line of challengers waiting to take on the local Street Fighter/Darkstalkers Champ. Ours always played Lilith. ALWAYS.