Right now we have two pinball machines in our front room. Makes it hard to get much else done, I tell ya. When we were moving into the house, we arranged for our pinball machine (Star Trek - TNG) to go to the spa. We had the repair guys come and pick it up with the intent of geting it serviced and delivered it back to the new house. That way we didn't have to worry about how to get the behemoth up a narrow flight of stairs. Good idea, right?
Pinball repair types are a specialized and rare breed. From our experience, they're kind of...I don't want to say flaky, but they're definitely quirky. Ours is no exception, which is why one year later we still don't have our machine in the house. At wit's end and in an elevated pinball-withdrawal state, the Husband rented an Addams Family for the month. That's machine number 1. He called the repair guy (again) and gave a drop-dead date for the ST-TNG to be back in our house. "Blah blah blah the CPU, blah blah....what? Wait! You have another machine in the house? From my competitor? OMG! I'll be there this week with a Star Wars machine that you can use until yours is ready." That's machine #2. And that's why my knitting sits forsaken on the coffee table.