I was the arcade hbic at a Dave& Buster’s. They usually had me scheduled by myself in the morning to get shit done without anyone around. Well we had a family group come in one afternoon, and with the arcade almost empty you can imagine what the smaller children tended to do. I told one, you need to stop running around and screaming you’re going to hurt yourself. Not ten minutes later little homie ran straight in between a “hit the button as hard as you can” game and another child about twice his size.

I accept that I am a terrible person, but that shit was funny af.