Because They Might Get ColdThere was an 80's festival at work this evening, after hours; all manner of things from past days seen strangely though the lenses of nostalgia and inexperience. There was an amateur acapella group, belting out the hits, wearing leg warmers. There was a jazzercise exposition, with leg warmers. There were blowpops to be had and a respectable game of four-square in play. In one room: arcade games. Old guard stand-up consoles: Centipede, Galaga, Ms. Pacman, Dig Dug, all set to free play. I played enough Robotron 2084 to see the edges of the Zone, but really had no strong pull to reconquer that space. To further the art of it all, I kept putting quarters on the bezels, but they kept disappearing.
(I have a television again, for the Steelers games. It is a mark of the age that we live in that I mentioned this at work. This broke free a mass of conversation about which I really could help with, because I only get four channels, and two of them badly. I told them this: they wanted to know what was wrong with my cable. "I get the signals out of the air," I said. Blank looks followed: "you can still do that?")
It turned out what was happening to the quarters was this: folks were picking them up off the bezel and putting them in the machines.
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