You Can’t Sit With Us
Going to the local park on a Sunday afternoon to have a picnic with your family is such a lovely weekend tradition. It is an easy way to maintain seeing friends and family in a free and fun way and get some much-needed air. When you get to the park, you assume that those wooden picnic tables will be there waiting for you and your loved ones to start enjoying your afternoon.
I’m sorry, if this isn’t a picnic table, then what is it? Talk about hostile architecture… I’m pretty sure picnic tables come in all different sizes, are made out of wood, and exist in the park. What are people meant to do at this table then, if not a picnic? This is very confusing. It seems like good old-fashioned family values are getting tossed out the window these days.