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Note: despite the thumbnail depicting video game stuff and the fact that Woolie is playing a video game (not the one depicted in the thumbnail) during this video and also makes a bunch of overly extended video game-based analogies about Reggie's situation, the above story told by Reggie is not about video games at all.
I'm better off than Reggie, if only marginally, by virtue of simply having never dropped a quarter to play the game at all (nor did anyone else drop a quarter in regards to me, either, to stretch that metaphor to its limits). Basically, I am fortunate enough to, at least, have no "embarrassing prom stories" or whatever. Unless you count "didn't go to the prom at all in the first place" as an "embarrassing prom story," in an of itself, which I don't, because I had pretty much zero interest in going to the prom (asking or being asked). And I'm pretty sure that if a situation like Reggie's there had ever come up, I would have had the presence of mind to not immediately and irrevocably fuck it up entirely in the spectacular way Reggie did his. I likely would have fucked it up somehow, mind you, because I will freely admit that I am totally clueless about anything even remotely related to stuff like that, but I probably wouldn't have fucked it up quite so catastrophically. Maybe.
