Some of you may remember the Chuck E Cheese tale of horror, involving my stepdaughter Erin. Well, for the first time since Erin was nine (she’s 23 now), I set foot in Chuck E Cheese again…this time with Erin, Ann, son Jason, and Mr. R (Riley, our grandson).

Would it be as horrific an experience as the first time?

We approached cautiously. Note the exhausted employee leaning dejectedly against a column, unable to summon the energy to even go to her car.

Ominous sans serif block letters, reminiscent