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JustMichael:
Does anyone remember an arcade story I read a few years ago (I think)?

It was a story of this person happening upon an estate sale with a Galaga machine for sale.  The storyteller and another person both wanted to buy the game.  This elderly lady asked them both why they wanted the game.  The other person said he grew up playing Galaga and that it was his favorite game.  The storyteller tells the elderly lady how playing Galaga reminds him of when he was a small boy.  When he was a small child his father had to work a lot so he didn't have much time with his father but each Sunday his father used to take him down to this fish and chips shop.  They would have fish and chips and the owner would bring out this old beatup milk crate for him to stand on so he could play the Galaga machine.  At this point in time the elderly lady burst into tears and ran into the house.  A few minutes later her daughter came outside and the storyteller started apologizing for upsetting the elderly lady.  The daughter interrupts him and explains that her mom and dad owned that fish and chips shop and her dad ran it alone on Sundays.  She also explained that this Galaga machine was from their shop and her father had recently died and her mother had always wondered why he wouldn't let her throw out that old beatup milk crate he kept under the front counter.  The daughter said the game was his.

I probably have some of the details wrong but I would really like to find the story again.  Anyone else remember reading it and know where to find it?
jimmy2x2x:
I don't know the story, but is sounds great!

Would love to read it if anyone has a reference.
Rick:

--- Quote from: JustMichael on September 01, 2010, 04:59:14 am ---Does anyone remember an arcade story I read a few years ago (I think)?
--- End quote ---

Holy heck, what a story.  I've been scouring the tubes, but I cannot find it, even with generic search terms like "elderly", "fish", "chips", "arcade", etc.
Ginsu Victim:
When I was little, my dad used to take me out for breakfast every morning before dropping me off at kindergarten. At the little cafe we went to, there was a waitress who would always give me a big piece of pie, then play me head-to-head on the Donkey Kong cocktail they had. She always paid and would tend to let me do better than her (I probably never passed the first or second screen...I was six.).

No neat story to go with it, but that story reminded me of one of my earliest video game stories.
gaffner:
When I was little, my older brother (11 years older) used to take me off the mountain we lived on (Signal Mountain, TN) down to this arcade place 30 minutes away.  I thought I was so cool because he took me to the cool part of town (near Chuck E. Cheese was the cool place for me) and he was always a little late bringing me back home.  He was the best Crystal Castles player ever; I played Popeye because I could play it for so long on one quarter (i.e. 5 minutes rather than the normal 1).

My brother passed away two years ago.  He taught me how to really live life, and he did a lot of his teaching through games (that's how we connected).  Playing old arcade games reminds me of how great it was to have an older brother like him, which is part of what inspired me to build my own arcade machine.

It's amazing how emotional one can get over old arcade machines...  :'(
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