Thrift
A dream with arcade games and violence. And robots.
I needed to use the ATM, so Pop stopped the car at an arcade. They did have one, right in the middle. The arcade games were pretty similar to normal arcade games, but they were all solid state 3-D games. That is, the fighting games actually had two little articulated figures that actually hit each other. Pac-Man had sculpted dots and ghosts. Centipede too.
Everything was also much larger. The pieces were dirty and worn, like they'd been played a million times. I could hear the hydraulics and motors working.
I got my money, and we went to Goodwill.
We were pawing through an unsorted table. I found a box full of strange plastic objects, so I yelled to Pop. Then I realized that the objects were just the plastic bits to Avon bottles, so I mumbled something about the table not being sturdy.
And lo and behold, it wasn't. The whole table suddenly ROCKETED into the air, scattering trinkets and junk all over. It punched through the roof and was gone.
Everyone stopped looking at the junk and looked up, mouths gaping. Then they slowly went back to what they were doing.
We kept looking. Finally, we were ready to pay. At the register, Pop kept whispering to me that the woman at the register was a robot. She did look kind of odd, but I didn't think she was a robot.
Then Pop picked up a scratched old coffee table, hefted it experimentally, and WHAM! he knocked her head clean off!
And it turned out that she was a robot after all. The wires sparked in her neck, and Pop and I laughed and laughed, and so did everyone else in the store. He left the money on top of the register, for when the next clerk showed up.
Everything was also much larger. The pieces were dirty and worn, like they'd been played a million times. I could hear the hydraulics and motors working.
I got my money, and we went to Goodwill.
We were pawing through an unsorted table. I found a box full of strange plastic objects, so I yelled to Pop. Then I realized that the objects were just the plastic bits to Avon bottles, so I mumbled something about the table not being sturdy.
And lo and behold, it wasn't. The whole table suddenly ROCKETED into the air, scattering trinkets and junk all over. It punched through the roof and was gone.
Everyone stopped looking at the junk and looked up, mouths gaping. Then they slowly went back to what they were doing.
We kept looking. Finally, we were ready to pay. At the register, Pop kept whispering to me that the woman at the register was a robot. She did look kind of odd, but I didn't think she was a robot.
Then Pop picked up a scratched old coffee table, hefted it experimentally, and WHAM! he knocked her head clean off!
And it turned out that she was a robot after all. The wires sparked in her neck, and Pop and I laughed and laughed, and so did everyone else in the store. He left the money on top of the register, for when the next clerk showed up.