You're Not The Boss Of Me

My fondest memories of my favorite video game goes way back before video games were even invented (yes, I'm that old). I may not have been able to excel at some of the arcade games in the bars I frequented when I was single and I couldn't play pool to save my life, but when it came to Pacman, I was the boss. I saved my quarters for the arcade games and prayed that whereever we ended up, there would be a Pacman game. Actually, Pacman was a great way to meet guys. One would always come over and challenge me, but few could beat me. After that, they weren't interested in pursuing any future relationship, but it didn't matter to me. The only scoring I was interested in was at the arcade. Years have passed since then and I haven't played Pacman in years. Then, a few years ago a gift arrived at my home. It was a video game you could hook up to your television. There were a number of games on it, including Pacman. I hooked it up to the television and was surprised to find that I could still play as well, eating up all the dots and avoiding all the ghosts. For that moment in time I was transformed back to those smokey, dark bars and all the good times I had playing Pacman.