I’m a counselor on a day off from camp. My day of leisure is coming to an end. I’m waiting at a diner, a prearranged “pick-up” spot where a friend with a car will be coming to take me back to camp.
I’m an hour early.
There’s a pinball machine in the diner.
I kill the hour playing pinball.
I play twenty, thirty games in a row.
I win no Free Games.
I continue playing.
Nothing.
My “ride” pulls up outside. I’m down to my last nickel. I decide to give it one last try.
I win one hundred and fifty-four Free Games.
The driver honks his horn.
I sigh,
I walk out of the diner, and get into the car.
Leaving behind one hundred and fifty-four Free Games
For a much luckier person
Than myself.
3 comments:
Tilt !
Know the feeling. My sock drawer still has about a half dozen prophylactics left over from the 80's. Of absolutely no further use, and yet I somehow can't bring myself to throw them away.
God, I remember when I was about twelve, playing a pinball game call Lightning Ball. I went on a major run, and got more and more uncomfortable as I realized I had to pee.
Finally the inevitable happened. I hid it by spilling my drink. Kinda had to spread my stance next time I came in.
If I walked in and saw 154 free games I would have looked up and almost turned religious, especially if it was the Indiana Jones game.
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