chunklight

I was a game room attendant at a Chuck E. Cheese around the same time as you.

On my last day of work a little kid came up to tell me "Mr. Mr. Somebody pooped in the tubes and smeared it everywhere." I said "Thanks for letting me know." and kept on sweeping. Then a suburban mom came up to tell me as well. I realized at this point that as the lowest on the totem pole I couldn't tell anyone else to clean it, and if I told a manager he'd just have me do it. So I ran to the costume room and got in the Chuck E. suit. I stayed "in character" for 3 hours until my shift ended because no one makes Chuck E. scrub shit.

The weirdest part was I never heard anything about who had to clean up the shit.

We used to have single adults come in all the time. Some of them were regulars. Not the kind of regulars you look forward to exchanging banter with. The kind you're like "hey look, the guy with the fake leg is here again."

It's like concept cars at auto shows.

How old were you during hyperinflation? How did your family deal with it?

Are RZRs dangerous? Both accidents involve them.