Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Where have all the balls gone?

Yesterday I was thinking about things you can't/don't do anymore as an adult. And then I remembered the ball pit at Chuck-E-Cheese's. The mulit-colored hollow plastic spheres of happiness and carriers of undiscovered diseases. The joy of swimming in a sea that you didn't get wet in (if you were lucky). Being able to float on top, or sink to the bottom. The sound that multiple balls make when you move ever so slightly.

That thought led me to the thought that if I happened to be in a situation where I was
1) being chased by bad guys and
2) also happened to be in a place like Chuck-E-Cheese's
would I hide in the ball pit? Because you could bury yourself under a heap of those beautiful balls, but perhaps some would spill over and the bad guys would know exactly where you were. And then you would be cornered, and it's not easy to sprint away from a ball pit.

Three simple truths emerged from these ball-y thoughts:
1) I don't know where the best hiding place from bad guys would be if you were in Chuck-E-Cheese's
2) Most of my thoughts turn to how I'd escape bad guys in any given situation
3) I really want to swim in a pit of balls. Diseases or not.

3 comments:

Nicole P. said...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P3Bpukvdbso

Molly said...

OK, the best place to hide from bad guys in a Chuck-E-Cheese's would definitely be INSIDE of Chuck E. himself. Get in the costume, hand out cake and whatnot. The bad guys will never see it coming. Unless of course they read your blog...

Alyson Samantha said...

Just the thought of having to enter a ball pit makes me want to hurl.