Sometimes, being present means that I’m not present
push open the doors to Urban Air, and I mentally congratulate myself. Yes! This was a good choice. Anything indoors is great. We’ll buy our tickets and relax while the kids play. It’s still early afternoon, and the cavernous space is mostly empty aside from us.
A bored-looking teenager behind the counter fastens on wristbands as we wait to pay.
“Don’t forget the socks,” she says. A sign behind her proclaims that the International Association of Trampoline Parks (who knew there was one?) recommends that patrons purchase a new pair of socks during each visit. For hygiene, of course.
And now that we’ve spent a week’s salary on admission, we can start to have fun.
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