Boondocks

I have been to Boondocks and I never need to return. The name is a dead give away, but it promised entertainment for the kids. Think Chuck E. Cheese, but worse.

We left the house with six kids and we managed to return with the exact same kids. I could have traded a few of my own, but you never know what to expect with other children.

So, back to Boondocks. Think arcade on steroids, only louder. My kids get their tokens and scatter like leaves in the wind. Sherri manages to stop Emma from leaving out the front door. Lily is attached to my leg or arm depending on her choice of transportation.

When the tokens run out the fun begins. So many tokens spent, so few tickets to show for it. It's such a racket, but the kids love it. Once you get the tickets, you put them in a nifty machine that counts them for you. In other words, puts you to work so the the teenagers that work the prize counter aren't overburdened with taking the actual tickets.

I'd like to relate a story about Sherri and the 52 missing tickets. Sherri had tickets that were counted and had the slip of paper to verify the accuracy of the counting machine. We go to the prize counter and the scanner says the tickets have already been scanned. Well, the first teen can't fathom there might be a machine error. Sherri requests a manager and another teen walks over and "offers" Sherri a replacement of 40 tickets. Hmm, this might be a case for Encyclopedia Brown.

Once again Sherri requests a manager. This teenager looks like he might be able to grow a mustache. He says that the scanner are "very" reliable and "Never" make mistakes. He finally consents to replace the 52 lost tickets. It was a matter of principle at this point.

There's another story involving Emma, Michael and a go-cart, but it's late and I think I've related too much regarding Boondocks.