Last weekend, I went to celebrate my friend’s birthday. I met up with him and 14 other people.
Originally, our plan was to go bowling and to a karaoke bar, but not a lot of people liked the plan for various reasons.
So after a few suggestions, my friend scrapped everything and made a surprise plan. He told everyone to meet at a mall at a certain time, and that was all the information he gave out.
Now, knowing the mall and my friend’s personality, I had a hunch on where he was taking the group.
When everyone arrived, we started walking and then stopped after a few minutes.
I looked up at the sign and it said: Chuck E. Cheese
Oh no…I knew it, I thought.
When we walked in, the first thing the host asked us was, “Do you guys have a child with you?”
And my friend replied, “Um…we have them, do they count?” pointing to the two shortest people in the group. “I promise we won’t cause any trouble.”
“Fine, you guys can come in,” and then looked at the people my friend pointed to, “It’s ok, I know what it’s like being the short one in the group too.”
I won’t lie, as weird as it felt being in a place where you wouldn’t expect young adults to be spending time in (Unless they have an actual child), it was still fun playing the arcade games.
However, I was expecting the children there to mind their own business as we played our games, but that was foolish of me to think and wasn’t the case at all.
For example,
I was playing a game of skee-ball when I saw this energetic child walk up to the skee-ball machine next to mine. He activated his machine and started throwing his balls. All of a sudden, he started taking my balls. I didn’t know how to react at all except just by watching this stranger take my balls as if nothing was wrong.
Later on, I was playing air hockey with my friend. Then not even one minute into the game, a little girl (Probably about two or three years old) walked to my side of the table and literally took the paddle from my hand.
I couldn’t believe it.
A little child pretty much bullied me out of an air hockey game that my friend and I paid for…and we couldn’t do a single thing about it.
What was I supposed to do?
Scold the parents?
Complain to Chuck E. Cheese’s staff members?
Pull some WWE moves on the children?
Wouldn’t be the wisest courses of action.
Anyways, stuff like that is going to happen in life and business, where people show some disrespect.
And when that happens, that’s when I rub my hands together like a villain and start having some fun.
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It doesn’t happen often, but the times it did, you’ve probably noticed it (Assuming you’ve been on my list for a while).
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