If you've seen Young Frankenstein, you no doubt remember the line that was sung by both Madeline Kahn and Teri Garr.
To whit, "Oh. sweet mystery of life, at last I've found you!"
If you're familiar with the reference, you may be tittering right about now. But I have a completely innocent reason for proclaiming these words.
On a recent trip to the thrift store, I was perusing the puzzles and games section, when what did I stumble across but a vision...a game I coveted during my preteen years. Could it be, yes, it was.
Mystery Date!
I put back the jigsaw puzzles I had eyed only moments before and nabbed my prize. A handwritten note on the top of the battered box said, "new inside." I had to make it mine.
Fast forward an hour or two, and there I was, sitting on my couch, the box open, and, indeed, it looked like the game had never been played. The game pieces hadn't been punched out of their cardboard frame, all the cards were there (I counted them twice), and the door worked (I tested it to make sure all of the guys appeared). The inside of the box said it was the original game, copyright 1965.
Oh happy day. At last, the game was mine. All mine. I gazed at it lovingly and sighed.
So now I am wondering, what does one do with such a relic? Do I find a vintage game store to sell it to? Do I keep it hoping for granddaughters who will play the game with me someday?
More likely, I'll store it in the closet beside my Barbie Queen of the Prom game. I doubt that future generations will give a toss about it. I'll probably just elicit something like, "Poor you, such a pathetic childhood you must have had to want this silly game."
Fortunately, there are one or two of you out there who understand. Who remember the thrill of finding the desired boyfriend behind the door.
If any of you would like the game, you know how to reach me.
My door is always open.
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