Back in the day, I thought I was “good” at video games. One night I was waiting on Trudie so we could go out. She said, “Why don’t you play Mom in Ms. Pac-Man? She likes that game.” I thought I had found an easy target. She graciously insisted I be player one. I got through a few levels with confidence. Mrs. Bobbye kept a straight face and started her turn. After about 20 minutes, Trudie was ready to leave. I had not gotten my second turn. I realized I was being hustled. When we returned later that night, I asked long she had played. “Well, after I rolled it over, I kind of got bored and stopped playing.” Rest in peace, Bobbye Badass. I salute you!
