Sea Isle City Funtown Air Conditioned Considers Galaga Wall of Fame

Don't worry readers of my blog. I've arrived safely back in West Chester, PA from my long weekend in Sea Isle City, NJ. I have to say that I'm a great friend and very generous. Unlike some freeloaders, when I stay completely free for 4 days at someones vacation home, I like to even things up by helping out with some of the groceries. So when I heard that they needed a can of beans and paper towels. I was all over it.

The problem was I was to pick up the items at the worst supermarket on the east coast: The Sea Isle Acme on 61st street (next to Uncle Oogies). I waited in the express line for 10 minutes, then the lady in front of me had an issue with a coupon. I'm not kidding that it took the cashier five full minutes (you're reading that correctly FIVE MINUTES) to resolve the problem. I'm not getting that 15 minutes back. It's sounds like not a big deal but with low blood sugar and all???? Also, I had my heart set on drinking beer by 4:30 and it was already 4:00.

When I get pissed, the only way to make myself feel better is to make someone else feel worse. And since it was so hot I thought I'd make it easy on me - by making a kid feel crappy. So I strut myself a few stores down into Funtown Air Conditioned (just look at that photo above - that place is nice). I walked in slowly, then framed myself like I usually do in the doorway. I usually pick up a used cig from the ground outside, then pretending I was smoking it I flick it at the change person. It intimidates the hell out of the greasers.... and the ladies? ...Come on now..

I then confidently walked over to Galaga and hovered over the machine, tapping my quarters on the side. The punk kid playing Galaga had no idea that I was tapping the tune Eye of the Tiger.

"I've been playing this game since 1981. Are you up to the challenge?"

To make a long story short - I got up to level 7. Level 7. Since Galaga doesn't spit out those crappy little arcade tickets, you don't win any prizes but since I got up to a level 7 I was gonna ask the manager if they'd make an exception because I saw the most adorable little ceramic clown that would have made a nice addition to my clown collection. I even named him - "Coney" - because the rascal was sporting a precious cone shaped hat (see him in the picture below - Coney's to the right of those gay ass rabbits and to the left of that ridiculous carousel horse. He's wearing a sharp, red blouse):

It was getting a bit late so I decided to get back to the house. Since I wanted to meet my goal of beer by 4:30, I borrowed this golf cart that someone irresponsibly left the keys in and made my way back to the house (see golf cart in center of pic):

Mission accomplished. Except for getting Coney but I might make my own Coney out of clay. anyway.