I have a love-hate relationship Chuck. Sometimes I love him: the way he feeds me, sends me messages, promises me a good time, makes my kids happy. And there are times I hate him:  he never picks up the tab, he’s usually busy, and he’s almost always juvenile and loud.  I am, for those without kids, referring to the indoor playplace called Chuck E. Cheese which calls itself a place “where a kid can be a kid” because, of course, all a kid wants to do is feed tokens into video games (much like seniors in Atlantic City). Many children hold their birthday parties there (why they don’t sell aspirin …