Daughter Sneed had a birthday party today for Sneedlet One. The party took place at Chuck E. Cheese, a preschooler paradise, but pretty much hell for everyone else.
The Cheese people have this birthday party business down to an assembly line. There were about a half dozen other parties in progress at the same time as Sneedlet's. They even have a schedule printed showing the agenda, with a time table. You get ninety minutes of Cheesy fun.
Somewhere near the beginning of the various parties, a kid in the Chuck E. Cheese costume appears, along with several surprisingly cheerful teenagers, to sing songs and lead the revelers, in a sort of conga line around the joint. Sneedlet announced that he wasn't dancing and we all breathed a sigh of relief, since adults as well as kids were being encouraged to join in.
Our party was scheduled between one and two-thirty. At about two-twenty a cheerful member of the Chuck E. Cheese mafia came around and told us to wrap it up. We barely had time to finish the cake and not nearly time for the birthday boy to open his gifts. We had to collect the gifts and retire to Casa Sneed to open them.
My father used to use the expression "hot sheets motel" to describe a place where there was a premium on keeping the clients moving. Chuck E's, is a "hot seat" joint. They want the birthday butts out of the seats because there is another party waiting to celebrate for precisely ninety minutes.
What I say is, if you have to be thrown out of a joint, Chuck E. Cheese is the place to be tossed from.
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2 comments:
On the one hand, I understand that they need to get people out. One the other hand, Chuck E. Cheese is gross.
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ha ha ha!
I had no idea about all the rules. Good to know.
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