Losing Lucy…

Forgive me father for I have sinned.

I am a McDonald’s Playland snob.

I spend a couple of hours with Three, Ten, and Eleven at a nearby McDonald’s Playland yesterday.

Playland was bustling.

I had planned to do some reading but I couldn’t help reading my fellow patrons instead.

I think some mothers actually spend several hours there every day.

They knew each other. They were there when we came and there when we left.

I commented to one mom that “we were escaping” to which she replied, “I’ll be here til my other two get out of school.”

Yikes!

The marketer in me brainstormed that it would be a great selling point to have a gallon jug of hand sanitizer by the entrance/exit but then, I figured if these people came here day-in and day-out without it, why cut into the profits.

Then I thought what a great idea it would be to send an employee…or a midget…through the tunnels every four hours with a can of Lysol spray and a roll of paper towels and post a sign”Tunnels Sanatized Every 4 Hours” but, again, it would be like casting pearls before swine. so forget it.

While Ten and Eleven were taking a break a rather dirty little gremlin came up to our table mumbling some unintelligible words. The girls looked down their noses at him like he had stepped in dog poop. Finally his mother came over and said, “He’s apologizing for calling her (Ten) a poopie-head.”

We thanked both of them and turned back to our chicken nuggets.

Well, I see McDonald’s Playland as a necessary evil for parents with kids, like a hospital waiting room. Only they have hand sanitizer and face masks freely available at the hospital.