Who the fuck taught you your manners?

Perhaps I should ask who failed to teach said manners to you.

The entire concept of what a video arcade provides is so fucking basic it should be painted across the brain in huge roman letters in cheerful primary colors a la primary school posters. If you can't figure out why folks use them, you're either reading the wrong blog or you need to wear a helmet to use stairs.

In any case, it tends to be a somewhat self-involved patronage. They're quiet, they do their movie watching, they head out. Some are a bit more social, which is just fine if that's your thing. Granted most of these latter sort are men, but not all. Which makes me wonder what in Vishnu's fishy chunder passes for acceptable behavior?!

I'm not talking about folks inserting sundry body parts through glory holes nor being shocked by such should such happen to them. Porn is the main center-piece and people get ideas when they're "alone". If it's not something you want to be exposed to, don't pick such a booth. If you're going to open yourself up to a possibility, you really can't bitch too much when it happens. I mean "Oh lordly, I was sitting in a room with open holes in the walls watching my porn when suddenly there was a penis sticking through at me." And you didn't expect something like that when you didn't bother to close the door on the glory hole? Grow the fuck up. You bet your infected ass I'm going to kick you out when you throw an outraged tantrum and/or assault another customer.

Nope, what gets me are the "door-knob testers". There's a reason the booths all have bloody doors. If they wanted company, they probably wouldn't be closing the doors. Ball-gagged Buddha on a butt-plug, the last thing most people want is to suddenly have a stranger pop in on them in the midst of tugging one out. Folks like you are the reason the doors have locks. But I suppose, it could be a variation on that entire culture. I can allow the potential of it following some guide of polite behavior I am unaware of. It's not my scene. It's not my particular kink.

But then there are the "lurkers". This breed will crawl out of the woodwork almost exclusively when a woman enters the arcade area. As you can guess, these people are the icing on my cookies of glee. What woman wouldn't feel safe and secure with one or more strangers tracking her movements? Oft times, this woman will not be alone. I can totally understand why. But these boys will hover around her booth. Some will try the door-knob. Should she or her companion need to leave the arcade, the lurkers will attempt a quiet chat-up. This type of happy horse-shit doesn't fly out in the rest of the world, why the hell would the rules be different here? Sure, she might be interested in doing something with you, if you weren't acting like you wanted to add her gall-bladder to your collection.

Call me a mutant, but this seems unconscionably rude. Fortunately, I am not without influence in this regard. Inveterate door checkers are given short shrift, and even one complaint leveled against them results in expulsion from the premises. Lurkers usually fall afoul of store policy regarding loitering in no time flat. Cheeky monkeys who can't play nice don't get to play. Not like I'm losing money banishing these guys either. They spend most of their time keeping the floor from floating into space. And even one customer who returns because they feel the predators are kept at bay is well worth it.