This is a true story, except for the “Nintendo” part. I let this happen to myself when I was a small boy, and my father stepped out the back door on his way to town just in time to witness it. We lived on the edge of the business district, and it was common for any of us to walk to town without giving it a thought. Hard to imagine now. Anyway, from the back yard, I saw my father talking to a neighbor on the street. I couldn’t hear them, but I could see him throw his hands up in a perfect pantomime of my error, and I could see them sharing a good laugh.