C'mon! It's just a quarter!
Does anyone remember a time before they discovered arcade machines? I do, and quarters were damned easy to come by. Dollars, well that was another story but my mother or my father or even my older brother or sister would cough up a quarter without much coaxing; after all, it was just a quarter.
I noticed a drastic change in tune once I got hooked on Karate Champ VS when I was about 8 or 9 years old. It didn't take long for my parents to decide that those quarters they were giving me were adding up quickly, and I was pretty much cut off. I guess I should have saved all of those quarter back when they were easy to come by.
I started riding around town on my BMX looking on the ground for change or bottles; even checking the public trash cans for bottles, but of course, trying not to be seen while doing it. Then of course there was the old "Hey, this machine stole my money" trick, though that got old with the employees fast. Showing up when the arcade machine tech was there would usually net a free play or two; you know, to "test her out" for him. Oh, and always check those coin return slots, though that rarely turned anything up.
There was an old lady on my street that would give you a handful of change for walking her dog; so that was always good for a few honest quarters.
Those sources were getting pretty weak by the time I found Super Punch-Out in 7th grade. Not only did I love the game; but there was a rivalry for top score going on between me and an 8th grader who'd held the top spot unchallenged for about a year. My older brother was working a part time job by that time and he had one of those cylindrical glass candles and he dumped his spare change in it just about every day. "He won't miss a couple dimes and a nickel will he?"
Well he didn't miss the change and I did get the top score on that machine; well, he didn't miss it until about 3 months later when I'd gotten a little overambitious in my life of crime; and had emptied that candle of everything but a few pennies that were buried down too deep in the candle wax to dig out, LOL.
He and my parents put a stop to that. Oh well, soon after that, Super Punch-Out was gone from that place, never to be seen again and that was the last time I played any arcade machines until Street Fighter II came along in the early 90's; by which time I had a vehicle and a job.