Sunday, September 12, 2010
Chuck E. Cheese Head
After investing hours of my life (that I can never get back), I realized that the part of Chuck E. Cheese I did not like was, um, well…. pretty much… all of it. From the moment I walked in, the place was infested with kids from diaper age to doting grandparents and pushy mothers. The Skytubes that lined the ceiling looked colorfully gross. One time I could not find my kid and after looking all over we found him lost in the tube looking down at us bawling his eyes out, unsure how to get down. I never encouraged those human-germ habitrails …especially after my son’s friend peed in it by accident. There was no telling what bacteria and microorganisms called the tubes Home Sweet Home.
Sadly, their pizza was nothing special. But, it cost the same as some other joint that creates a pie worth $15.00. Rip off. They did have a salad bar and served beer (for a small fortune), so it was not all bad in the food department. However, after watching my kids swing from game to game, ride to ride, side to side while burning through 80 tokens in an hour, I developed a bad case of Chuck E. Cheese Head. I define this as mental overstimulation…..it felt like I had a cement-ball pit in my head and a grey haze over my heavy-tired eyes. There was too much happening at once (like real life), plus it was so loud and everything sticky to the touch (sad to say, but sometimes like my life). I mentally shut down. Once Chuck E. Cheese Head set in, I could only dream of leaving that Rat’s zoo and lie on my couch in dark quiet. Feet up.
My kids are older and I have not stepped foot in that Rat's Palace for years. However, this phenomenon of Chuck E. Cheese Head lives on. Whether I am overwhelmed standing in Home Depot, trying to make a decision while my kids moan, or if I am at an overpopulated child’s birthday party, that feeling born in Chuck E. Cheese moves in like a nasty storm and I dream of leaving whatever the mayhem and lie on my couch in the quiet dark. Feet up.
Chuck E. Cheese Head….the reality of life that big-happy-dancing-hairy rat gave birth to, is here to stay and the craziness he represents is part of the real world.