In high school my friends and I would frequent the local arcade/mini-golf course called "Putt-Putt." One day my buddy Dan and I were leaving after playing some arcade games and I turned to him and said "Hey, what do they do with the tickets after you turn them in for prizes?" we both turned our heads towards the dumpster in the parking lot. We open the dumpster and find bags and bags full of tickets that had been turned in for prizes. So we started checking regularly for these bags and hoardi ng them in my parents' garage. Eventually I think someone realized and they started shredding the tickets.
Then we got greedy... We figured we needed MORE tickets (we had about 100,000 at this point). So one day Dan and I were back at the arcade . We noticed that they kept the keys that open the machines on a nail behind the counter. There were only two high school students working at the time. So we devised a plan. I was to distract one of them while the other was busy and Dan would steal t he keys. So I complained that a machine had taken my tokens and Dan nabbed the keys. We excitedly walked out of the arcade. In the parking lot I turn to him and go "wait dude, we can't leave! we were the only ones in there, if we leave now, they'll k now we took the keys." "You're right, we have to go back" he said. So we went back in and played it cool and later left.
Now that we had the keys, we would get in the Jurassic Park game which was one of those enclosed booth type games. There we could open up the coin box and get as many free tokens as we could use. We would also open the skee-ball and other ticket games and remove entire rolls/stacks of tickets.
So anyways, at this point we had hundreds of thousands of tickets saved up . So finally one day, we load over a dozen garbage bags full of tickets in to my white child molester van (that shit was actually the awesomest car to have in high school) and went to the arcade to redeem some prizes.
We stroll in there cocky as shit carrying bags of tickets and start dumping them on the counter like that scene from "Miracle on 34th St." We got every single prize they had. Seriously, we cleaned them out. It was the same two stupid high school kids working that day, so they either never figured it out, or just didn't care. Prizes included like 5 razor scooters, all of the candy and little toys, a crap load of nerf guns and an N64.
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Originally Posted by dechecho
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