This entry is getting off of the topic of cards but is a story of when I was a kid hanging out at 7-11 with my buddies.

When I was 13 I used to hang out at a local 7-11 and play Super Mario Bros. Back then when you came in and someone had "quarters up" you had to wait for your turn to play. Everyone knew this unwritten rule and noone questioned it except for Curt. He was this spoiled little brat about 9 or 10 years old that would come stay with his granma for the summer. I swear every time I was playing I would see that Buick Century pull up with him and his grandma. He would come in and bug the hell out of us. He would get in your way and try to tell you what to do. Like "jump here", "go there" etc. He would ask over and over if he could play next and we would tell him there ar "quartes up" then he would storm out to his grandma and then she would stand behind you saying over and over "let Curt play" or "are you almost done? Curt wants to play". Imagine you are on 8-4 of Super Mario Bros on one quarter without warping and this old hag is screaming this in your ear. I told my wife that if we are out somewhere and this guy comes up to me like "remember me I'm Curt from 7-11?" I am gonna totally kick his ass.
Now when I am playing a game and I am sucking I yell out "###### You Curt and your grandma too"