Sometime before I hit puberty, during one of my family’s several annual trips to a square dance convention, we stayed in a hotel that had a restaurant and a small video game arcade, with both a Pole Position machine, and one for the newer Return of the Jedi video game. Pole Position was old hat to me at the time (though hats themselves were not), so I spent most of my spare time playing as much Return of the Jedi as I could.
Over the weekend, my family grew friendly with a particular waiter, because there were only so many waiters, and only so many tables, and only one place to eat. Imagine one of the younger and friendlier Jasons in your life, and that about sums up our waiter. Anyway, he also spent a lot of his free time in the arcade, and we traded high scores for a few days. I finally managed to get the #1 spot on Return of the Jedi, and during our last meal, the Jason-y waiter presented me with a trophy, homemade label and all. Nobody asked him to do that. I don’t even know where he would’ve gotten a blank trophy. Who does that?
I hope that someday I can be that awesome to a kid.
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