Love Letter

Dear Chick-fil-A Playground

Dear Chick-Fil-A Playground, 

I love you for your glass walls, covered with chicken grease fingerprints, just thick enough to muffle the horrific screams of pleasure within.

I love you for the door that’s heavy enough to slow down a four year old and completely trap a two. I love you for the brief moments of silence you provide.

I love you for that one kid who’s juuuuust young enough to think you’re fun, but juuuuust old enough to teach the little kids about being bullied.

I love you for the parents who forget you’re caring for their child, and I love you for the parent who perches on your little rubber bench, destroying the party buzz you work so hard to create.

I love that you have overly-nice friends who like to refill my drink and pick up my trash.

I love you for swallowing my children’s shoes and inventing the “Where the Fuck Are Your Socks?!?” game.

But most of all, I love that you’re baaaaarely big enough for me to slither up to grab my stubborn ass child when it’s time to leave.

A Dad

Author: Joel Menking

English teacher, turned stay-at-home dad, turned guy who made a website.

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