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Originally Posted by Hack&Lube
Yeah, I remember staring at that place from the C-Train platform every day wondering just what the heck was going on. Every now and then the shopkeeper in a smock (older middle eastern man?) would walk out and look around on the street. It looked a little sad, like he was looking for customers. Maybe he was being a look-out.
Does anybody know what the deal was with that place?
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HA, we used to call that guy the 'game nazi' in Jr High school because if you simply stood in the arcade watching your buddy play, he would kick you out.