My co-worker and I were visiting on business in Bend Oregon when we decided that we wanted to take a slight break from the work and bowl. As soon as we walked in, the stench of Doritos and unwashed bowling shoes quickly overcame us, while we were swarmed by 12 year old baseball players running and screaming around the area where the poor people in line were just waiting to pay for their experience. We endured this for a ridiculously long time, due to the sluggish pace the workers at the front desk were continuously "working" at. When we got to the front of the line, we were confused by the slurred diction of the worker, leading us to accidentally purchase a go kart ride. This is not the worst mistake that could happen, so we just took the go kart ride and went on with our bowling. The bowling was great, and I truly had a good time. When we finished our bowling, we took our shoes back and began to make our way through the smelly, dirty, teenage maze that is the arcade. The smell of feet and unclean carpet was so immense that both me and my co worker Karen got headaches. We made our way to the go karts, and this is where we first encountered the fat slob Scott administering the go karts. Our first experience of this ogre was him barking at a poor child to "use the brakes", being completely inconsiderate to the fact that this was obviously the kids first time on a go kart. This continued, with Scott screaming "RED PEDAL" for what seemed like every 3 seconds. This made us weary to have to face this malodorous beast up close and personal. When we entered the go karts, Scots trainee henchman groped me to tighten my belt, which had already been fastened well enough, to the point where I felt as if I were driving the kart straight-jacketed. We drove the karts around the track, with Scott in my ear every time I passed, screaming at some other helpless child. When I pulled in, admittedly a bit speedily, Scott screamed in my face, his horrendous breath pounding my nostrils and his thick spittle spraying all over my face. I have no idea what he said, all I could make out was "BRAKE" and "RED PEDAL". When I walked away, confused and bewildered by the experience I had just endured, I realized that Scott's nauseating saliva particles had covered my jacket, sealing that terrible experience.
All in all, I would rate the center it self an 8, due to the actual quality of the building and activities it offered, Scott and his perverted henchman however, receive a -3000 for their tasteless and disturbing behavior.
I hope you are happy Scott, I hope you feel very accomplished ruining Karen and I's day. read more