Danny DiVito was my uncle. We both lived in a very small rural town and he was the rich man of the town who was also the mayor and held just about every other important position in the town. He ran nearly all the businesses, including the local arcade.

I was in the arcade with a friend and put a quarter into one of the machines. It ate my quarter. I put another quarter into the machine; it ate the other quarter. I felt a little stupid in front of my friend putting in the 2nd quarter into the machine after it ate the first one, but I really wanted to play the game.

We moved on to another machine and I put a quarter in. It ate my quarter. I put another quarter in and it ate my quarter again. I started banging the machine and a little kid ran up to it and put another quarter into the machine with the intention on playing against me. His quarter was eaten to but he didn't seem to care. I got mad at him for trying to play against me without even asking me if it were OK; I normally hate playing against people on a video games.

My friend, the little kid and I all went up to my uncle to see if we could get the money back. He seemed to be OK with giving me the money back (he was known to be a stingy man) but gave me only a single quarter. I got very embarrassed about telling him that I had lost a dollar and the little kid lost a quarter. I thought I was being overly greedy even though we had lost the money.

Despite my misgivings, I asked my uncle for more money and gave the kid his quarter and me my 2 dollars. I asked him if there was any technical work to be done so I could make some money---I'm very competant in analog electronics (and I have studied digital electronics on my own so I'm not totally in the dark about it) and could fix his equiptment; particularly the arcade games. He seemed to agree that I could do the work for him but I could tell he wasn't particularly thrilled about the idea.