Strange shit does seem to happen here, for some reason. Hell, on the 22nd I was at a Greyhound bus station in Tallahassee to come back to Tampa, and decided to see if they finally got any decent arcade games. They had a couple bullshit Sega insert-token-every-minute timewasters…and MSH vs Sf. The screen was all scrambled, so I tried a couple reset switch tricks that worked on the old sf2 cabs, and got it running again with almost no graphical glitches. After putting in a quarter, I discovered that the joystick was borked to the point to where you physically had to LIFT it to make movements register. I struggled through, regaining my old stuff after the first match…then I hear a big sista start talking on her cell phone just outside the dining area. Hell, EVERYONE can hear it when a sista talks on her cell phone. So what? Let’s dive on in…
Sista: So where you had got yers? …yeah, they be costin a lot, but they good. My sister had a blue one till she broke it…Yeah, it was one of them that vibrated. She gave it to me when she broke it…yeah, but you can still use it, though.
At this point, with MY dirty mind, I’m mentally chastising myself. “Dude, you’re sick…who the hell would be talking about dildos in public?”
Sista: I don’t know if I like the regular ones or vibratin ones better, cuz I don’t even much be using the vibrate until near the end. …yeah, girl, the rest of the time, I just be rubbin’ it in and out, I can’t take that vibrate full time…I know, right?
Me: :wtf:…no way
3 military dudes who were having a lively conversation at the table behind me before this sista showed up had fallen silent.
All 3: :wtf:…
Mother with a small boy: looks around, looks at us…me and 2 dudes at the table shrug, Sakura kills my Spider-man
Sista: My boyfriend hid my old one, but I got a new one this week…yep, a big red one…uhn-hunh…nah, they ain’t have a sale. It was like 35. They let me take it out the package and feel it before I bought it. Imma LOVE this one.
At this point, I’m just staring at the screen pretending to play, randomly hitting buttons and moving the joystick. This crap is like the vocal version of a train wreck…you don’t want to hear it but you can’t stop listening. Beat Sakura when she ran into my fierce punch 3 times.
Sista:…yeah, I think that nigga mighta gave my old one to his ex. Fuck, HE might have it. He always like it when I play with his ass.
Brain: Where’s the bleach?! Don’t tell me we’re outta bleach!!
Sister: Awright. I’ll holla atchu later when I’m about to get home.
walks toward boarding lines
Me: …wow.
sigh…we just got some low-class people here, I guess.