My friend Mike sent this intergalactic transmission to me here at work a few hours ago. Yeah, I'm at work, he's at Disneyland. Sometimes life isn't fair. It says his score is 628,100. His wife was a just little short of that with 31,100. Actually, her score is something I can relate to, you see, as I have never broken the 100,000 mark in Buzz Lightyear's Astro Blasters. In fact, I have never beaten Mrs. DisneylandTraveler. I suck at the game. Sure, I've looked online, read all the cheat sheets, know where all the tips and tricks are to pile up points but I can't hit the broad side of a barn with any kind of gun. If I chose a career in bank robbing, I probably would have lasted about 8 minutes. I have never fired a real gun in my life but I'm sure all the shooting ranges have gotten word and have a picture of me in their lobby that says not to let this man on their property under any circumstances. My shooting prowess is a black mark on the male species.
But I have a date with Astro Blasters. I'll be back. I'll keep trying. But I'll still suck.
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