Chuck E Cheese Persuasive Speech
For any of you out there that are struggling with the decision of whether or not to have kids; I have the ultimate test for you. Forget the dolls that pee and cry, forget carrying around a bag of flour in a diaper (what was that about, anyway??) You want to know whether or not you can cut it as a parent? Spend 2 hours inside a Chuck E Cheese. If you leave there without wanting to find a shotgun and immediately shoot yourself in the face, you're destined to be a marvelous caregiver one day.
Not too long ago, I naively volunteered to take children I babysit to Chuck E Cheese while their mom went to the doctor. I forgot how bad that place was...it's like Vegas for kids. You've got 4 and 5 year olds propped up for hours just pumping quarters …show more content…
Maybe it's something they pump in through the vents, maybe it's the adrenaline of the other kids, I don’t know, but within seconds these four normally mild mannered children turned into screaming little crack heads. They all took off in different directions, two headed for the "playground" which was basically a petri dish with tubes and a slide.(I'm pretty sure I contracted Hepatitis and all I did was walk by the stupid thing.) The third headed for the change machine and the fourth invited himself to join a stranger's birthday party already in …show more content…
I was wrong.
Not 2 seconds after we take our first bite, the lights dim and curtains open...it's time for the animatronic-demon possessed-gigantic rat-show. Several 8ft, musical robots that resembled Yetis in bowties took the stage and the kids proceeded to LOSE THEIR MINDS. They were beyond frightened. One crawled under the table, one clamped onto my leg and one laid down in the booth next to me. Fun times, there Chuckie. Put down the drumsticks and bring me the defibrillator.
After about 12 shots of Ativan and some soothing words, the kids calmed down enough to finish their rampage on the restaurant. The rest of our time there was a blur of tokens, tickets and crying. (I was doing most of the crying.)
I thought downtown Atlanta was swarming with beggars...they've got nothing on Chuck E Cheese. I've never been asked for money so much in my life. Kid's that weren't even with me were coming up to me "Hey, you got a quarter, can I have a quarter? I need a quarter..."
After spending roughly $80 on games, the kids emerged with pocketfuls of tickets, eager to cash them in. We get to the prize counter and I all but had a heart attack...the kids start picking out what they
Not too long ago, I naively volunteered to take children I babysit to Chuck E Cheese while their mom went to the doctor. I forgot how bad that place was...it's like Vegas for kids. You've got 4 and 5 year olds propped up for hours just pumping quarters …show more content…
Maybe it's something they pump in through the vents, maybe it's the adrenaline of the other kids, I don’t know, but within seconds these four normally mild mannered children turned into screaming little crack heads. They all took off in different directions, two headed for the "playground" which was basically a petri dish with tubes and a slide.(I'm pretty sure I contracted Hepatitis and all I did was walk by the stupid thing.) The third headed for the change machine and the fourth invited himself to join a stranger's birthday party already in …show more content…
I was wrong.
Not 2 seconds after we take our first bite, the lights dim and curtains open...it's time for the animatronic-demon possessed-gigantic rat-show. Several 8ft, musical robots that resembled Yetis in bowties took the stage and the kids proceeded to LOSE THEIR MINDS. They were beyond frightened. One crawled under the table, one clamped onto my leg and one laid down in the booth next to me. Fun times, there Chuckie. Put down the drumsticks and bring me the defibrillator.
After about 12 shots of Ativan and some soothing words, the kids calmed down enough to finish their rampage on the restaurant. The rest of our time there was a blur of tokens, tickets and crying. (I was doing most of the crying.)
I thought downtown Atlanta was swarming with beggars...they've got nothing on Chuck E Cheese. I've never been asked for money so much in my life. Kid's that weren't even with me were coming up to me "Hey, you got a quarter, can I have a quarter? I need a quarter..."
After spending roughly $80 on games, the kids emerged with pocketfuls of tickets, eager to cash them in. We get to the prize counter and I all but had a heart attack...the kids start picking out what they