killaroo wrote:Pilch wrote:killaroo wrote:Pilch, I have been to a laser quest that had those "Star Wars" lasers, they were red. And they were awesome.
Sadly the place in glasgow is long gone
You're just saying that to strawberry float with me, right?
They
were red.
[shifty eyes]What do you know?[/shifty eyes]
Not at all man. I wish I could relive that time at Laser Quest
Epic doesn't do it justice.
Darkness, neon lights flashing, thick artificial smoke, metal blasting out, the heavy weight of the gun and pack on you...sweat pouring of me;adrenaline flowing through my veins.. why did it have to close
This reminds me of one of my bizarre moments. I used to work in Quasar in Glasgow, it was based in the Templeton Business Centre on Glasgow Green. The guys who were behind it were all from Edinburgh and had obviously failed to do their homework before deciding on this location.
Glasgow Green at that time (and probably still is) was in one of the worst neighbourhoods in Glasgow. It was bad enough during the day but at night it was more or less a no go area. Drug dealers, gangs of neds, prostitutes, guys kerb crawling and pimps all came out of the woodwork once night fell.
It gradually became clear to the owners that they had made a major strawberry float up as people stopped coming and we were relying on our regulars to survive. Laser Quest had opened and although it wasn't as good as Quasar parents didn't have to worry about dodging junkies and hookers.
Anyway, back to my bizarre experience, it is more funny than bizarre, but at the time it had me laughing and shaking my head and muttering "what a funny old world we live in".
I was walking home from work one night. I was in the Merchant City and it was about midnight and hardly anyone was about as it was during the week. All of a sudden this car blows its horn and this woman rolls down the window and starts shouting at me. My first thoughts after shitting myself are naturally where do I run to. After this passes I actually listen to what she has to say and it is this "Hey you! How you doing? You work down the Green don't you?"
I look up and notice it is one of the prostitutes. She is smiling a huge smile and waving at me, looking like she has never been happier to see someone. Her trick on the other hand was sliding deeper and deeper in to his seat, a look of utter horror on his face. This is when I discovered I could read people's minds. His mind was saying "oh strawberry float oh strawberry float oh strawberry float oh strawberry float"
I was going to finish this by saying that the trick was my Dad, but since my Dad is dead it didn't seem fair and it wasn't Dad anyway. Well he wasn't my dad, he was probably someones dad though.
If I ever write a novel though I would make this a father and son moment. Maybe through this they discover a bond and get together and have a spit roast or maybe the dad loses control of the car and knocks the son over. Or the son who had long admired his father is destroyed by this and enters into a downward spiral of self destruction but is ultimately saved by the love of a caring stranger. Who knows?