It all started with the myth that picnics are exclusive to parks. A myth perpetuated by the lazy, the uninspired, and the unadventurous. Newsflash: parks are everywhere. They're on your office roof, in your backyard, and even on that one weird patch of grass between the highway and the abandoned parking lot.
We've heard the excuses: "I'd have to find a nice spot." Oh, really? How hard is it to spot a flat surface and a few blades of grass? I mean, I'm no expert, but I've seen more people get lost on a Google Maps route than I've seen a picnic blanket get ruined by a rogue Frisbee.
And don't even get me started on the "I'd have to pack the basket with food" argument. A picnic is not a science experiment; it's a social construct. We're not exactly sure what's in that basket, but we're pretty sure it's not worth the existential crisis.