The only arcade games I knew of in the 1980s were in a bowling alley in my hometown. We didn't have an arcade. I remember going with friends on a Saturday and seeing these games I'd heard of before for the first time.
I noticed there was a certain protocol if you wanted to play: You'd put a quarter on the edge of the machine, up above the screen, where the name of the game was, and that let whoever was currently playing know that someone was waiting to play next. Nine times out of ten, the person playing was some sort of Pac-Man savant and I'd be standing there like an idiot for the next twenty-five minutes waiting for my turn.
It was all too much for shy, quiet, me. Finally, it's my turn and I've got a bunch of people I don't know huddled around me either telling you what to do or hoping I'd lose quickly so they could play. ...Usually, I lost quickly, I'm sure to everyone's delight (and my relief).
Thank heavens I only had to wait about 40 years to be able to be comfortable about posting this largely anonymously on a message board. Now this β this is where I shine!
AARP β where were you when I was twelve?!