About two hours, but less than $10 worth of quarters after we started, we walked down the street to use the restroom. Both of us commented that we were footsore and having some difficulty staying standing behind the machines. As we walked back to the Gallery just after 3 PM, the question of whether to play any longer was decided for us, as the owner decided to close up early and was locking the door. Oh, well, we hadn't had lunch and were tired anyway.
On the way back south, we stopped at a local grocery store to buy some drinks, and I spotted that they still had some of the reportedly-discontinued Screaming Dill Pickle Pringles on the shelf. A lot of them; so many, in fact, that Lisa had to go get a shopping cart as I decided to buy every one they had, given that I'm apt to never see them again. I bought all sixteen cans, which is more than I've ever seen at one store.