I could look it up, but rather than do that I'll go on imagining that there was a boy named Tommy, who played a mean pin-ball. One day a girl - appropriately named Jenny - walked in to the local penny arcade (this was a place where you could play video games before they could fit in a hand held device) and saw Tommy playing pinball. They shared pin-ball strategies, shared a milkshake, posed for a Rockwell portrait, and then Jenny had to be on her way. But first, she told Tommy to take down her number - 867-5390. Whether it was Jenny or Tommy who suffered from dyslexia, remains unclear.