The story · 1993
The story of The Cartridge That Always Worked
Everyone had a ritual: blow on the pins, wiggle it, slam it in at a slight angle and pray. This one never needed any of it. Word spread from sleepover to sleepover that one kid on the block owned a cartridge that just worked, and a line formed outside his house every Saturday morning until his mom taped a sign-up sheet to the door.
Fun fact
Grown adults still blow on it out of habit, and it politely works anyway.
