The person running the Commodore has a mini-bat on the desk as an open threat, reminding it that it’s not allowed to break down
The person running the Commodore has a mini-bat on the desk as an open threat, reminding it that it’s not allowed to break down
I grew up in Arlington, TX and can confirm this is true. For our field trip every year, we’d go to the Southwest Airlines warehouse and take the tour. And by “tour”, I mean we’d wait 15 minutes outside while our teacher got our wristbands, and we’d go in and look at the Commodore 64. Then we’d leave and eat our sack lunches.
OH…and the guy didn’t have a mini-bat. It was full size, and any snotty 10-year-old getting his grubby little hands anywhere near the Compy 386, he’d go “Uh uh uh!” and point at the bat.
Right, the mini bat was for the matrix printer. How silly of me