My dad and his wife had a 2nd birthday party for my half brother at this place called Odyssey Fun Zone (or something like that). For the locals, it's right off of 88 and 59 behind the Carmax. It's something like a Chuck E. Cheese/Show Biz Pizza/Enchanted Castle but in a larger building, with games and rides that really range from 2 - 14. The 14 is sort of pushing it, unless they're there for the old out-dated arcade video games, Laser Tag or Paintball. Needless to say, Chris and I were walking in and he promptly hands me his keys. I of course looked at him and said (as I've said numerous times over the years), "Is it so hard to keep your keys with you . . . in your pocket?!" Chris just looked at me with a sheepish grin (as he has done for years) and then proceeded to open my purse and toss his keys in on the top.
Well, we then ate some greasy pizza, drank some soda and then went on to play some games. I kicked Christopher's little booty at air hockey. Woooo woooo!!
Moving right along. I then had to go use the little girls room. Chris waited for me outside the door. As I exited I decided to plop my purse on a the vacant paintball registration counter to fish out a piece of gum. AT THAT TIME I MUST HAVE ACCIDENTALLY LEFT CHRISTOPHER'S KEYS (WHICH SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN IN MY PURSE TO BEGIN WITH) ON THIS VACANT COUNTER.
Apparently this joint is closed Monday - Wednesday to top it all off. So when I tried to call them to see if they had the keys, I couldn't get through. Chris finally got through to them and we picked them up about a week after the "incident."
So that's the whole story. Chris has been all over me to blog about this. However, I feel that this could be up for some good debate. Who's fault is it really?? ;)
So, here ya go Chris!! :) Just to make you happy!
