gesture. âMy treat. Just donât tell anyone, or youâll get me fired. I can trust you, canât I, Rick?â
The guy snatched the ball from Mikeâs outstretched hand. Who wouldnât? He leaned forward and tossed it toward the basket, just like before. It landed about three inches below the rim and rolled to the bottom. And, of course, this time it stayed there. Hard for it not to, since Mike had left the other ball in the basket. That kept the second one from bouncing out, making the game look easy.
âYou did it!â the girl said, giving the guyâs arm a squeeze. âYeah.â The guy looked real proud as he dug for his wallet. âOkay. One more try.â
Mike took out the two balls and handed them back to the guy. This was getting too painful to watch. I knew that even if the guy lucked out and managed to keep his first toss in the basket, Mike would remove the ball before the guy made his second toss. Odds are, the Pink Panther wasnât going anywhere.
I nodded at Mike and moved on. I didnât feel too sorry for the mark. Heâd get to show his girl how hard heâd work to make her happy. And sheâd have fun watching her man doing his best to win everything her heart desired. If they didnât spend the money at the peach baskets, theyâd just spend it somewhere else. At the end of the day, theyâd bring home a bunch of happy memories and a couple prizes.
Even so, I knew I couldnât run a game the way Mike did. Iâd filled in at games for a few minutes here and there, but I never hustled the players. I didnât even say much. I couldnât chat with strangers. Mike sure could. He made them feel like he was their best friend. I just took the money and handed over the balls or the darts or whatever the game required.
But in a little while, I was going to get my chance to say anything I wanted. And say it to anyone I felt like picking from the crowd.
I walked a little farther, and treated myself to a slice at Salvatoreâs. I didnât even know how much I was getting paid tonight, but I figured it would be decent, especially if I did a great job. Maybe Bob paid out a percentage of the take. That would be awesome. I was sure the booth raked in at least eighty bucks an hour when things were going full speed.
I headed back. My stomach was churning and I ended up tossing away most of the slice. The crowds were definitely heavier now. Mike was working hard when I went past. He had players at all four baskets.
That
kept him busy. He didnât have to do any talking. He didnât really have a chance. He spent most of his time gathering up the balls from the ground. I didnât envy him that partâhis back probably ached from all the bending. Better him than me.
Even before I got near Wild Willyâs Pier, I could see a thick crowd around the Bozo tank. As I got closer, I heard Malcolmâs insane laugh. I guess Bob had given him an earlier shift. Too bad. Iâd hoped heâd be gone. I reached the edge of the crowd. Thwunks from missed shots mingled with the occasional clang and splash. A ripple of goose bumps chilled my arms beneath my sleeves. The air had started to cool off. I wondered whether I should have worn a heavier shirt.
I worked my way through the mob, wishing I hadnât eaten any pizza at all. The sauce burned like acid in my throat.
Relax
, I told myself.
Youâll be behind a cage
.
And in makeup
.
Youâll be great
. I wondered how Malcolm would feel when he found out who was going to be working the tank for the best part of the evening.
I had to push my way to the front. âHey. Iâm here, Boss,â I said as I reached Bob. âIâm ready to start.â
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B OB STARED AT ME FOR A SECOND WITH NO SIGN OF RECOGNITION . Then he broke into a smile. âRightâthe new kid. Excellent. I was wondering if youâd show up. Glad you came. Itâs getting busy.â He took