When I was a kid, there was a place I was allowed to be one, fully and freely.
If I wanted to do any of the following:
- run around
- eat pizza
- puke up fountain pop
- play skeeball
- crack open the coin container on the spaceship ride and stock up on shit tons (which is way more than crap loads) of tokens
- collect a crap load of tickets
- stock up on magic tricks received in fair trade of the aforementioned tickets
- beat little kids at air hockey in order to overrun the table for my friends and I
So imagine my surprise (I think this is my catch phrase for all my InASense, Lost posts) when I visited Chuck E. Cheese after a long hiatus (it was my friends’ offspring’s first birthday), and this was their game selection?