I used to play in our local arcade downtown. I was hooked on spy hunter (arcade). I would play for a while and then get pissed at the machine when I died. After kicking the machine or banging on it the old lady that worked the counter would come yelling at me. "Stop kicking the machines, your kicked out for the rest of the day." She would show me to the door; with her finger pointing the way.
The next day we would start over again and go through the same routine.
Chris