The Ricker used to take me to work.
Usually, it was an excuse for him to go in late, take a long lunch, and cut out early. We would stop by his office for a few hours in the morning, and then after lunch he would drop me off somewhere to kill some time while he went back to the office. I've been dropped off at Circuit City, Nevada Bob's Ski and Golf, Celebrity Fun Center (a bowling alley, rec center and water park), a pizza place, a Black Eyed Pea restaurant, and an arcade called the Boardwalk. Never did he drop me off at a location where I could actually kill a few hours (like a golf course or a mall); I was usually bored within minutes. Seriously, how long could I hang out in a golf store with no money? The clerks kicked me off the putting green after about 15 minutes.
The Ricker would usually say he'd pick me up in about an hour or so, even though I knew it would be much longer. The Ricker follows his own clock, where he expects everything to take less time than it actually does. Maybe that's why he only worked five hours a day.
The worst were the times he dropped me off at Celebrity Fun Center or the Boardwalk, because he'd only give me enough money for an hour or so. At Celebrity, at least I could make my money last a little longer, mostly because I won some money off other kids by playing foosball (until the time I hustled some city kids a little older than me and spent two hours hiding behind the waterslide while they looked for me). The Boardwalk was a different story. It was one of those early-90s arcades where you loaded up time on a card, instead of putting quarters in a machine. The Ricker would give me enough money to get an hour of gaming and a drink (unfortunately, the second hour of play was more expensive, so I couldn't skip the drink and get more play time). He'd go back to the office, or run some other errand, and return to pick me up about three hours later, well after my video game time had expired.
Usually, it was an excuse for him to go in late, take a long lunch, and cut out early. We would stop by his office for a few hours in the morning, and then after lunch he would drop me off somewhere to kill some time while he went back to the office. I've been dropped off at Circuit City, Nevada Bob's Ski and Golf, Celebrity Fun Center (a bowling alley, rec center and water park), a pizza place, a Black Eyed Pea restaurant, and an arcade called the Boardwalk. Never did he drop me off at a location where I could actually kill a few hours (like a golf course or a mall); I was usually bored within minutes. Seriously, how long could I hang out in a golf store with no money? The clerks kicked me off the putting green after about 15 minutes.
The Ricker would usually say he'd pick me up in about an hour or so, even though I knew it would be much longer. The Ricker follows his own clock, where he expects everything to take less time than it actually does. Maybe that's why he only worked five hours a day.
The worst were the times he dropped me off at Celebrity Fun Center or the Boardwalk, because he'd only give me enough money for an hour or so. At Celebrity, at least I could make my money last a little longer, mostly because I won some money off other kids by playing foosball (until the time I hustled some city kids a little older than me and spent two hours hiding behind the waterslide while they looked for me). The Boardwalk was a different story. It was one of those early-90s arcades where you loaded up time on a card, instead of putting quarters in a machine. The Ricker would give me enough money to get an hour of gaming and a drink (unfortunately, the second hour of play was more expensive, so I couldn't skip the drink and get more play time). He'd go back to the office, or run some other errand, and return to pick me up about three hours later, well after my video game time had expired.
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