Over the last few years, I’ve saved my Paid Days Off (aka vacation) much like a squirel hides away his nuts for the winter. I then, go all out, and spend about two weeks with my Family in Utah.
The end result? Well, my parents now have three pinball machines in their basement, with two non functioning video games.
Apparently, I know how to work the system.
Guess what? I do believe I’m taking two more (a Johnny Mnemonic and a White Water). To their house. I will then proceed to work on the games, or at least act like I am working on them while I proceed to break them even more. See, I’m good like that.
But here’s the downside, when I go for two weeks, I tend to pack, and I don’t mean the sissy sort of packing, I’m talking all the clothes, all the pinball restoration stuff, multiple laptops, camera, tripod for camera, swiming trunks in the case that I decide to go swiming, and I’ve been known to take racquetball stuff as well. You see.. Apparently I’m crazy. It used to be that I had a big rubbermaid tub that I would take with me on vacation. My family dubbed it “The Tub of vacation”. Well, in a few more days, I’ll be heading to the families house in my “Truck of vacation”, which, if I’m lucky, I’ll only have filled to over flowing with stuff like my belt buckle collection (just in case I need the scary clown one) or my Sushi making kit.
Yeah, I’m a freak like that.
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