I just don’t like them. Not one bit. They’re shifty, and needy and whiney.
Now, I’m not talking about my son, my nieces or my friends’ kids. They are all examples of perfection and I love them dearly. I’m talking about the greedy, gallivanting, token hungry kids running amok at Chuck E. Cheese.
I actually really enjoy Chuck E. Cheese. I just don’t like all of the other kids there. Actually, I don’t particularly care for the other parents there either. But over all, I really really enjoy the times that C and I spend together at Chuck E. Cheese. Let me just give you a few examples of why I don’t like the kids, and the parents…
C and I were kicking ass at Skee Ball last night, when this tiny tot waddles over to where I am playing on the end game. I see him out of the corner of my eye approaching me, but think he’ll get distracted by something else, or maybe his parent will find him and keep an eye on him. But no, he just keeps approaching me. He gets about 6 inches from my leg, looks up 5 feet to my face and says, “Give me money!” I am so not joking. To which I replied, very maturely, “No!” I work hard for my money, I’m not going to fork it over to some demanding child who probably wouldn’t have even said thank you.
As C and I are continuing on our lucky Skee Ball streak, another ankle biter walks by and takes one of my balls! He just picked it up with one hand, while his mom is dragging him by the other. So I chased after him, and said “Excuse me, that’s my ball.” And he handed it back to me. But his mom looked at me like I was the devil incarnate. I’m sorry, but just because I am at a place filled with kids, doesn’t mean that I love them all as my own. And I wasn’t being mean… I was winning, I needed my ball back!
BUT THEN! The best part was when I was throwing my arm back to get a good solid throw of the ball, people would be walking soooo close to my butt, that I’d smack them on the wind up. With a big heavy ball in my fist. Hello?!?? Can’t you see this is the SKEE BALL AREA? Where people play SKEE BALL?? And they wind up sometimes, so you shouldn’t walk close enough to rub against their back! This happened 3 times. One time was okay, because it was a kid, and he hit my butt before I hit him with the ball. But the other 2 were adults! And when I hit them with my fist clutching a skee ball, they looked at me like I was purposefully aiming for them! My goodness! The stupidity of people is amazing to me.
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