Oddly, this is not the first time I’ve been given money to leave…
When I was a teenager (many video game systems ago), at some point in our local mall, they decided that they weren’t making enough money off of our collective consumerism. So, to offset… what, the Pretzel shop? Chess King? Whatever… To make some extra cash, the mall installed locks on the doors in the restroom stalls, and it would cost you a quarter to… use them.
Now, anyone who knows me will tell you, I hold no love for public restrooms (“Blow it up from space… It’s the only way to be sure.”). But there are those times when… Okay, you’re with me, right?
So my thought process, stuck in the unhappiest place on earth, was, “You know, if they really want to make money, they should charge for us to get out of here.”
I’m telling you this, not just because I have to fill a blog post for this comic, but to actually explain where my idea of an Exit Token came from.
Probably. I wrote this a couple months ago, and I honestly have no idea how my brain works. It’s probably got something to do with a Chuck E. Cheese, for all I know.
