In fairness to this place, they are only open at limited days and times and as it has been raining nonstop here, the place was swamped. Kids of all ages were running around screaming, and parents of all types were running after them. Sounds basic enough for a playground, right? Not so much. I think the problem was that the parents spanned every life experience, making them unnaturally hostile toward one another. The place was inexpensive enough that those of us with limited means could go, and was new enough that those who spent hours and hundreds of dollars in collagen treatments getting ready for playtime could as well. There were young mothers and old fathers. There were working parents and stay at homes. There were singe and married and (speculating here) what looked to even be a polygamist. And each and every one hated each and every other.
Need an example? There were older kids in the baby section and scooters in the ball court. The logcal response to both would be to either ask the 15 year old who appeared to be in charge to say something, or to say something yourself. What really happened? Dirty looks, whispers and the occasional parent getting creamed with a soccer ball. I even saw a woman with a huge rock on her hand tell her little precious to go steal a scooter from an adult because the adult "didn't look nice." It was fantastic.
Here's the thing--the kids loved it. As they well should; they were more grown-up than the grown-ups. But back to my original point: if you are looking for the seventh circle, I have found it. I can give you directions. Just be sure to bring a child and a chip for each shoulder. No admittance otherwise.
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