Playing through Virtua Cop 2 in the arcades, then turning around to find that a Japanese man in a black Yakuza-like business suit had been watching me for some time.
Jiggling with enthusiasm, he said to me: "You are ... very good!"
'Well, I've played it a lot,' I replied, laughing awkwardly while wondering if he was about to whip out some kind of SEGA badge and, in a scene vaguely like something from The Last Starfighter, escort me off to SEGA HQ to be their resident crack shot light-gun game tester.
Instead he just smiled and nodded and then turned and walked away -- no SEGA badge, no life of game-testing luxury for me. But still, at that moment, damn it, I felt very good.