The local teenager change maker in the arcade of your youth has recently been sighted at Wal-Mart in the next town over. He wanted you to know he’s still better than you and you still suck at videogames. He had more to say but his buddies came to visit him at work to score free stuff and he said he had to get ready to go over to his girlfriend’s house later and that he was totally going to touch her boobs.
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I never saw a human being making change in an arcade. It was always a machine that sucked in your dollar and spat out 3 quarters because that’s how badly arcade owners knew we wanted to play video games. Find an adult and complain that you got short-changed? Heck no, because that cut into the limited time you had to spend playing games.
I heard he totally beat ghosts n’ goblins on one quarter the other day after hours, and then the power went out before he could put in his initials.
Ha ha. Too true.
I was always asking somebody working at Aladdin’s Castle for change/tokens because the token machine was always broken.
Those guys were never playing games, though. I think life had somehow already Game Over’d them.
Man. If I thought that the best part of the whole arcade was when that torrent of quarters from a $5 came pouring out of the machine, am I banned from the site? :)
No way. A fresh pile of quarters represented so much fun and excitement.
Or tokens! Don’t forget those dirty golden tokens!
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Sadly, I was only ever a nickel man, myself. On a good day, a dime-sized fellow.