I used to mend fruit machines and space invaders video gamesin an aumsement arcade in Coventry Street London. Because I used to help set percentages on the machines I used to get regularly threatened by the rent boys who spent all night polishing the candelabras with clients and then feeding the money they made into the machines during the day.
Back then (twenty+ years ago) the arcade used to take 20 million a year, which they collected in buckets filled with ten pence coins. There used to be hundreds of these buckets every morning that you had to weave through whilst contemplating the pittance you got paid.
The security guards had sharpened spoons in their pockets to stab people. I quit the day one of the guards bit a rent boy's nose off for looking at him 'all funny like'.
At least I got to spend hours playing pinball to 'test' them for intermittant faults.
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Back then (twenty+ years ago) the arcade used to take 20 million a year, which they collected in buckets filled with ten pence coins. There used to be hundreds of these buckets every morning that you had to weave through whilst contemplating the pittance you got paid.
The security guards had sharpened spoons in their pockets to stab people. I quit the day one of the guards bit a rent boy's nose off for looking at him 'all funny like'.
At least I got to spend hours playing pinball to 'test' them for intermittant faults.