Sunday, December 07, 2008

Chucky Cheese

Yesterday, attended a birthday party for our friends 2 year old at Chucky Cheese.

My first thought was that this was going to be fun for our young son, who's not had this kind of experience before. We try to expose him to as many things (read: safe, reasonable. i.e. Not bungee jumping. Yet.) as we can.

What we encountered can only be described as what we used to call in the Army, as a "cluster f$%k". It was 20 degrees outside. There were at least 30 people waiting to enter, most for parties. We were all freezing our asses off, half inside the building, half outside. Would that be "half-assed"? I digress.

The young man checking guests in, appeared new, because he was not bothering to check if some of us were attending parties, or just looking for somewhere to drink while our kids spread our particular variety of bactiria and virus around.

So we waited. And waited. And waited. Finally the manager comes over to do her job, and find out why we are all standing around like cattle at the slaughter house. Moo.

I mention the drinking thing, because I cannot believe that they serve beer! What the HELL are these people thinking?

  1. Put diverse group of people together, in tightly packed, noisy, sweaty room.
  2. Introduce some folks that would really be at home, watching the Packers.
  3. Serve much beer.
This is surely not a good idea. What jug-head at corporate thought this up? Those on the board clearly don't get down to visit some of these locations, nor read the papers. </rant>

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