Man, our arcade was great. They would clean and replace it on the spot. Kept spare parts in the storage.
Ours were run by stoners and Breaking Bad types. They were cool when it came to responding to complaints etc, but the atmosphere was 50 shades of shady.
Einsteins was tiny (where Namco decided to have the 99 TTT1 regionals for some reason). So tiny a single fart could clear the joint.
Le Fun, 2 blocks down, was the one that had the living carpet.
Powerplay arcade at the mall/dorms across the street was always empty and got the games 2 months later.
All 3 were guaranteed to have something wrong with the cabinets. One had an issue with buttons not working. Another one had the 1p or 2p side sticks broken. The remaining one had the bum who hadn't showered since the last president, digging around for dropped quarters.
Yea. Those were the days.
Oh. And I had to walk past the Scientology center if I ever wanted to switch arcades.
Lots of crossing the street back then. Yep.