To the aburdly cute solo pinball player who talked to me as you were leaving Ground Kontrol, I sincerely appologize for my utter baffonery as you tried to randomly gift me your player card before heading out the door. I realize it was a mere moment of stranger kindness and nothing more, but I still think scientists should study my utter lack of game in that brief moment. Was I stunned that you were even taking the time to talk me so I instinctively denied your generous offer? Yep. Did I then instantly drop said card? 100%. Did a stammer over my words the whole time while enduring this sub-30 second interaction? Of frickin’ course I did. You seemed rad and I appreciate you just trying to be sweet to a weirdo at a Star Wars pinball machine at 11:15 pm on a Thursday. Would’ve enjoyed battling you for high scores on any table of your choosing, though I’m sure you’d destroy me considering you had my flippers flumoxed and put me totally on tilt with just casual niceties.