bus station

I had frequently hung out at the Greyhound bus station when it was located on Randolph Street in downtown Chicago. They had a video arcade room full of machines. I loved going there to play my favorite game, Robotron. I was master of that game.

Being master, you had to keep top score on the machine, so I had to visit often to make any needed corrections.

When I’m playing, the world becomes the game.

Once when I was in the world of the Robotron, I felt sometime being pulled from the pocket of my tight jeans. ( did I mention that the room was completely dark, except for the glow from the video machines) I was startled by the sensation, and quickly brought my hand to my pocket to feel another hand retreating.

There in a lover’s embrace, where a couple dressed like hippies kissing, it seemed for dear life. Now they were staring at me. I had caught them in their plan to empty my pockets. I hadn’t even noticed they were there.

We continued our stares, wondering who was going to do what first. I didn’t want to leave in the middle of my game, nor call out.

They made the first move, and for a moment, I wondered if they would call out yelling I was the perpetrator trying to rip them off. They vacated the room and disappeared.
It seems I was more worried about loosing my place in the game, then the attempted theft that had been acted upon myself!

Strange….!!