You Can’t Sit With Us
It’s a lovely family tradition to go to the local park on a Sunday afternoon to have a picnic with your loved ones. It is an easy method to keep in touch with friends and family while getting some much-needed fresh air. You expect that the wooden picnic tables will be waiting for you and your loved ones at the park, ready for you to start celebrating your day.
It’s not a picnic table; if it isn’t, what is it? Talk about hostile architecture… I’m pretty sure picnic tables can be found in the park, are made of wood, and come in different sizes. What use would this table be if it wasn’t for a picnic? This is perplexing. It appears that old-fashioned family values are being abandoned these days.