I had Space Invaders and Ms Pacman
in the bar around 1980. What money
makers they were. The drunks would
get a roll of quarters from me and
play all night. I made enough off
those games every month to
pay the utility bills, the insurance,
and my home utility bills. Owning
a bar is like owning a money printing
loose lips sink ships.
No one ever asks “what time do you have?” these days. It’s always “what time is it?”.
“What time do you have” makes no sense in the age of cell phones, because everyone has the same exact time.