Oh boy do I have stories. I'll be right back with pictures.
I had an old pinball friend who had moved about 5 years prior. As I pull up at this house I was positive that I recognized it. I walked into the basement and I was convinced that I recognized it. I asked the seller how he got the game and he said it came with the house. Turns out it was my friends game that was left behind as the piece to get both sides together on the price of the house.
I once dropped a space shuttle on my foot and broke it. 2 days later I get a call and a friend has found three system 11 games sitting in a bowling alley that is slated to get demolished in under a week. No way I could let it happen. I ended up going and moving these pinball machines with a broken foot.
I went to buy three games out of a old closed antique shop. I met the guy there and he seemed normal enough. It ended up going way down hill. His boss showed up along with three other very large guys. I walk into this antique shop that has boarded up Windows and doors. It looks like one end of it was on fire at some point. As we walk in I can see I don't have many ways out.
we had agreed on a price of $800 for three pinball machines. The guy then says to me that my exit price is $1,000. Multiple problems, the games aren't worth even five hundred bucks. One of the games had serious water damage. The others were in really poor cosmetic shape.
the guy keeps throwing little trinkets and other garbage at me in the hopes that I am interested in it. I keep telling him that I don't have $1,000 and I'm not interested in what he's giving me. He then unearths a couple arcade games. I told him that I would take the to arcade games and the pinball machines for $800. He can tell he's not getting anywhere with me so he takes it. At that point everyone leaves me to my own devices. To this day I'm still convinced that they didn't own the games, they just broke in and sold them to me.
One heck of a sketchy ride home.
I bought a gladiators out of the back of a exercise equipment store. The delivery guys were giving the machine as a tip. I was attempting to drill out the lock as there was no key. The drill kicked on me and shattered the back glass. When I got the game home I was pissed because I found the key.
I bought two games out of a 11000 square foot house. The games were set up in slave quarters in the basement. To get them out they had to go up a set of stairs that had two 90 degree turns, and they were so skinny that there was not even enough room for the flipper buttons on Batman forever. The house was unbelievable. It was haunted and it had a full stage. there was a boiler room that was below the basement. That in and of itself was unbelievably impressive.
I showed up one place to buy a game, I was convinced I was in the wrong spot. I called the seller, and she walked out the front doors of the funeral home that I had showed up at. She then walked me around back and rolled out the body of the pinball machine to me..... On a casket cart.
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