Working in an arcade is not unlike working in a very small amusement park. You’re the admissions booth, you’re security, you’re the janitor, you ensure all the rides are working. And just like an amusement park, you’ve got kids, parents, and the roving bands of teenagers. And the ones that cause all the trouble are the parents. I haven’t yet had the opportunity to play security and toss someone out, but something tells me I’ll either hate it or enjoy it a little bit too much.