The excitement was always immediate, no waiting, no prognostication, it's like Christmas morning.
But... there usually was a wait...
Waiting for whomever was currently playing to finish their game... and the surprised look on their faces as you dumped a fistful of quarters on the glass... yeah, we got next game and then some, dude.
Back when people respected those quarters lined up on the glass... and when you're a walking brick shit house like me and my brother, people never gave us much resistance anyways.
And we ALWAYS ask politely if they want to play with us. That would usually surprise them, but as we would sit there and win free game after free game, their pocket change would dwindle and soon we are giving them our extra free games.
It always gave me a big smile walking away with quarters in my pocket and 4 to 5 free games left on the machine. When you got good enough to play all day on a machine and you lived the pinball wizard lifestyle- "always gets a replay, never seen him fall-" those were the days of wine and roses.
If only I had those teenager reflexes once again...