I am weak. After months of begging, I caved in and told my younger
daughter I’d take her & a buddy to Hell on Earth for adults, Chuck E
Cheese. She is “too old” for Chuckie’s but I think she’s kept up the begging
in a big way so I rolled over. I made plans for cocktails immediately
after I take them home.
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I hate that place, the last time I went, the ‘guard’ at the door, let my kid leave with another mom ahead of me in line! And the two times that we have been forced by majority vote to go (stupid democracy), my kids have ended up throwing a fit upon leaving. A fit of gigantic proportions because they couldn’t buy what they wanted with those stupid tickets. Ugh
I one found a piece of plastic pitcher in my pizza. By “found,” I mean “bit into”. I was horribly disgusted and haven’t been back to Chuck E.’ since.
I totally hate that place.
You have my deepest sympathies. My husband and I also spent a good part of yesterday in Hell.
On a weekend? Chuck E Cheese is the 7th circle of hell.
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