Problem, Nintendo?

          After Brian and I woke up, we occupied ourselves with the Super Nintendo for a while. (Correction: We've been playing Donkey Kong Country, not Donkey Kong. I apologize for the inaccuracy.) I worked my first night as a full-fledged busser at the Red Onion, but business was unusually slow for a Saturday, which turned out all right for me. Later, I played a few games of TF2, whereupon my father seized the chance to say one of his favorite phrases: "You've got a problem." As if occasionally (honest!) playing video games during the leisure time in between my two jobs indicates that I have some sort of addiction or mental deficiency. In truth, my parents are both kind of Luddites about computers and video games, but my father is worse by far.