5 Ways to Get Thrown Out of a Gaming Center
Filed under: Gaming, Lists, Other — Malcolm Owen @ 9:24 pm
Gaming centers and internet cafes serve a purpose. An outpost of the internet in a real world setting. A bridge from the tubes to the high street. A way for the “too cheap to buy a computer and pay for an internet connection” to use decent computers and end up paying more over the course of a year than if they saved and bought a basic computer from a supermarket.
Indeed, the not so intelligent people are entering the places and doing stupid things that they might think is fine to do in their own home, but in a public environment where people are busy playing World of Warcraft or finding out the latest news on the iPhone. These people can upset the fellow customers and in turn make the staff do the face-to-pavement process on them.
Here’s a list of ways to join the elite group of goddamn idiots that ruin these fine businesses, just in case you had a lobotomy…
Attempting to commit credit card fraud.
I know of some people that have not just been thrown out, not just banned, but deported, because of this. They were stupid enough to order stuff online using other people’s cards that they were copying from notepad to the web forms, and have the sending address be where they were living. The police got involved, and they got sent back to their home country. I know of this because I shared a house with the pair. They were Nigerian, strangely enough…
Visiting hardcore sites. Repeatedly.
You would think that if a member of staff (that, from their counter, have the ability to see what everyone is doing on their computers) telling a guy not to view “specialist” sites is enough of a clue for most people to stop doing it. Once you’ve been found out, it’s probably best to give up and look at more savory offerings, not immediately go back to what you were doing, forgetting that the staff member actually came over just to tell you to stop that, and for that reason alone, and that they might know by some other magical means that you’re viewing forbidden imagery.
Of course, the staff may be interested in viewing these extremely special members only sites and could be compiling a list of them for personal use, but they will almost always take offense to anything too graphic. Especially when there’s kids running around. Not even they want to answer their curious questions.
Pirating Stuff.
It’s a bit obvious to most people that if you’re committing a crime, you try not to be as public as possible whilst you’re doing it. Asking how to install Limewire or Bittorrent, or asking to burn that ISO you’ve just downloaded to a CD-R you’ve brought with you are not bright ideas. Sending neverendingstory.avi via MSN to some friends in Denmark isn’t masterful at all. Not least because of your taste in films.
Arguing About Price
Unsurprisingly, the staff get told that it’s too expensive to use the machines for gaming on a daily basis. It’s a natural thing to want everything to be free to use, but it doesn’t work that way. Sure, you could be charged a few dollars or pounds per hour, but the shop is paying for the computers, electricity, insurance, rent, the internet connection itself and the staff wages. There’s an actual reason to charge that much: because they have to pay so much for the things that they need to give you a service that you’re too cheap to do at home.
If you want free but nasty archaic computer systems that blocks most of the interesting bits of the internet, go to a public library. Want to use your own laptop? Go to a high street chain coffee house and pay a lot for a wireless connection. Want a fairly decent machine to use for gaming at an hourly rate without paying hundreds for a top spec PC, an obscene internet connection rental fee, nor for the games themselves? Go to a gaming center and suck it up, you cheapskate.
Being a drunk loudmouth that thinks it’s funny to storm into the shop, sit at a machine, and demand to see tons of porn, because it would be hilarious to your mates that are with you, cheering you on.
Carrying a can in and sloshing it all over the place is just so mature. Just like walking past the shop doors and shouting “Geeks!”, “Nerds!” and “Saddos!” at the patrons inside. At least they won’t be cleaning up your vomit at the end of your extravagant evening in the bars and clubs. Or have a hangover the following morning. Or someone 30 years their senior in their bed.
