Yesterday I
awoke to a new sound that wasn’t construction or lawn maintenance. I looked out
front and at first I thought a NASCAR trailer had parked in our neighborhood.
On second look it had a sign on it called “Game Truck”.
I had passed
one of these behemoths before but now here was one up close. It seems my
neighbor is having a party for his kids and all their friends and rented a
“Game Truck”. From my research this is a video arcade on wheels.
Since this was
a kid’s party, there was lots of screaming and running about and depleted
looking parents?
While I’m not a
parent so I don’t go into Toys ‘R’ Us and bring home trinkets for rug rats, but
I was a kid and had toys. Of course none of my toys plugged in or required a
remote control except for one. On the screen were little grey fuzzy characters
riding horses or shooting guns or punching each other between selling
toothpaste or refrigerators sounding like a bad reception car speaker.
After the truck
left, the gang went into the backyard to crawl and swing on an old fashion
monkey bar setup. With no reference point I just listed to the full voice
screams and wondered, “Why do kids have to SCREAM every word?”
Just like a
late night rowdy mixer, the kids wore themselves out and the evening grew quiet
once more.
Now I’ve been exposed to
the latest and greatest toy.
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