As I was driving up to the place early Saturday afternoon with Teresa and Helena, I noticed the parking lot was packed. A feeling of dread suddenly came over me, and I was tempted to turn around and drive quickly away. But that would have broken a little girl's heart. Oh well, a promise is a promise, and we're going in!
The expression on Helena's face as she runs around this place with a handful of tokens is, I believe, very much the same as mine whenever I'm in a Las Vegas casino.
Why is it that the holes in a red pepper shaker are never large enough for the flakes to come out easily, no matter how hard you shake? And this is the same in every pizza place I've ever been!
Skee-Ball is not for four-year-olds!
After doing some quick math calculations in my head, based on the cost of playing the games as compared to the stinginess of the ticket dispensers, I figure that it would take about 10,000 dollars to "win" one of those top-shelf toys in the ticket redeeming booth.
My wife sure is beautiful!
The parents here are surprisingly friendly and honest. One woman tracked us down and returned a token that Helena had accidently dropped.
This place would be a lot more fun if they served beer. And a hell of a lot more dangerous.
Answer: Number two, number two. Question: What do you call your second bowel movement of the morning?
I'm sure glad we only bought 25 tokens instead of a hundred.
The twenty tickets Helena won were traded-in for four little stickers and one Smarties candy. (comment deleted)
It would be easy to make fun of this place, but I'm not going to. Anyone who complains about the crappy overpriced pizza, the unhealthy drink choices, the dirty carpets, the scraggly rat-as-a-mascot, the multiple broken-down machines, the filthy bathrooms, and the unmotivated, shell-shocked staff just doesn't understand the many challenges that come with catering to the little-kid crowd. This place is not meant to make adults happy. In fact, what I'm seeing is a whole lot of young-uns having fun. And that's okay with me.
