Sometimes I see things on Twitter that make me think. Other times I see things on Twitter that make me laugh. But I especially like posts I can relate to. So for everyone who, like me, has been inside of a Chuck E. Cheese, I present this beauty:
You’re welcome.
Live Now and Zen 
Ha! Ha! When my nephew was four, my sister had his birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese. Our dad had just gotten out of a stroke rehabilitation facility after suffering a massive stroke. Well, his depth perception was off due to his stroke, and back then they had the live shows on the stage where Chuck E. Cheese and friends would sing and dance. Between that and the LOUD NOISE, my father was an absolute nervous wreck and couldn’t wait to get the hell out of there! When we were putting him in the car and leaving, he looked at my sister and me and said, Thank God that’s over… I just knew that damn mouse was going to fall off the stage and crush a kid!” My sister bellowed out: “DADDY DON’T CALL CHUCK E. CHEESE A DAMN MOUSE!!!” I tell you Justine, I about fell over in the parking lot laughing.
I would have wanted to fall over too, Gail. Chuck E Cheese is one of those places that can be a blessing and a curse. Great place to keep kids confined and amused while adults catch up, but then there is the sad pizza, loud music, and potential cold everywhere you look. So, I have had a love/hate relationship with old Chuck for a long time.