That place seems to be a regular battle ground rather than a place for children to play.
Worthless without pictures.
That is one of the problems with attempts to package fun and sell it as a commodity, sometimes the reality of human craziness intrudes. That’s one party the kids are going to remember.
Wholesome family atmosphere bump.
Is it on youtube yet?
Something about a large family event brings out the fun in dysfunction. Weddings, funerals, birthday and anniversary celebrations, here comes at least one self-centered grudge bearer who just cannot imagine that it’s really not about her, or him. Invite them to “keep the peace” and you get nothing of the sort. Decline to invite and then it really hits the fan. Rock and a hard place, or brick and a hard head in this instance.
Unruly, undisciplined, wild, uncouth are the tip of the iceberg...
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Another woman who tried to intervene in the fight was bitten in the chest.
Just think of the physics behind that for a second.
Chuck E. Cheese. Where black and white trash bring their kids to learn manners.
True story...
My younger sister was in labor (10-plus pound baby boy) and she called us before things really got rolling to give us an update. I told her, “Things could be worse, honey...you could be at Chuck E. Cheese.” She said, “Oh my G*d...you’re right...”
A couple years ago my daughter and I stopped for an early dinner of pizza after a long afternoon shopping. It turned out to be similar to Chuck E. Cheese. Boy were we glad to get done eating as the dinner crowd rolled in! And they served alcohol.
When my son was six he and his little cousin were in the ball pit at the rat shack when a larger, older kid decided to start throwing the balls at his cousin’s face.
My son became enraged at this abuse of his small cousin by this larger, older child and began winging balls back into the bully’s face.
The bully stood up, so my son stood up. Then my son clotheslined the bully. The bully tried to stand up again. Whack, another forearm to the throat. This went on a few more times. The larger, older kid looked confused and scurried off.
I had told him that he wasn’t allowed to punch someone unless they hit him first. I guess he didn’t think swinging his meaty forearm at a kid’s throat counted.
I didn’t see any of this, it was all witnessed by his uncle, who let boys be boys and settle it themselves.
Anyway, the point of the story is that it is hell in the ball pit at chuck e cheese. An African watering hole could hardly see more vicious wildlife.
I witnessed a cat fight in a Chuck E. Cheese several years ago in Reseda, California. Two huge women started arguing, and one of them was holding a boxed pizza in one hand, and a baby in the other arm. The other woman reared backed and b**ch-slapped her. She went down, still holding the baby, but the pizza went flying the other direction. That’s when I took my kids and left and haven’t been back to one since.
And oldie but goodie from the Wall Street Journal: Calling All Cars: Trouble at Chuck E. Cheese's, Again