After Hours

I was in the Kabukicho Sega at kicking out time (1am). Everyone dutifully cleared off when they heard Auld Lang Syne but I hung around.

The games are set up to prevent continues close to closing so I was just charging my phone from the cabinet-top power outlet and drinking an ice tea.

I got to see the place empty. The staff had set everything just right by five minutes after time. The ashtrays stacked, floor swept, Taiko sticks neatly in their holsters.

Maintenance passes everything once a week, a sticker on each cabinet to note the last check.

To think that rotting seaside dives in the UK can sit with retro cabs unusable for years and just leave them lying…