You know what I love more than picnics and fireworks on the Fourth of July? Celebrating freedom. The freedom to be able to voice concerns about the decisions of our elected leaders without fear of being shot by state-employed militias. The freedom to be able to venture into public without my husband's permission or a male chaperon. The freedom to have more than one child, if I so choose. And the freedom to be able to go to Dave and Busters and play the arcade version of Deal or No Deal.
That's right. It's back.
You didn't really think this was going to be a purely patriotic post, did you?
Hubby and I decided our period of mourning had been long enough, and ventured back to Dave and Busters this weekend. And, as we surveyed the facility to determine how many eight-year-olds we'd have to fight for Ski-Ball, we saw it, standing in all of it's neon-lighted splendor.
We never did ask anyone why the game was returned. It seemed as though we'd be tempting fate if we did, so we decided to leave well enough alone. But they had changed the ticket amounts, and in the very first part of the game, where they reveal the case amounts and then shuffle the cases, it appeared as though the shuffling process had been slowed. Granted, it was still to fast for me to follow, but if you were Stephen Hawking, you might be able to manage.
Hubby and I managed to play several times each without developing any gaming addictions or losing our life savings. I even won 100 tickets!