The operation of rigging the spray can of silly spray was a success, and its repercussions were harsh and regrettable in some cases.

Jason got fired and was, therefore, no longer satisfied just playing the game.  He told Barney our names, and Barney called our parents.  Needless to say there were no more adventures in the maze of portable spas and no more arcade days that summer.

As a matter of fact, it ended up being the last summer of terrorizing Barney’s Portable Spa Center.  Barney decided that the neighborhood had gotten to “rough” and moved his business to a nicer part of town, where, presumably, the kids terrorized their local businesses with a bit of class.

On the positive side, after Barney moved, an ice cream shop leased the space.  Sure, they required us to buy something to use the bathroom, but we were going to buy the ice cream anyway.

Barney had a moving sale at which my parents purchased an outdoor Jacuzzi.  While I did not fully appreciate it at the age of 11, my brother in high school was ecstatic and actually gave me a pat on the back, as if to say thanks. 

It took a while, but by the time I finished high school, I had definitely become a big fan.

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