  GA-GA FOR GUMBALLS! At the Irish Pub yesterday, I went to the ladies room and was unable to open the door.
At this particular pub, there happened to be a large gumball machine positioned just outside of the rest room, along with three manic children (two girls and a boy, all under the age of 7) who were literally throwing themselves at it in a desperate attempt to get at the brightly-colored gob-stoppers inside. The machine was bigger than they were and they apparently felt the need to gang up on it. These children were screaming and screeching with such a high pitch, I'm sure all of the dogs in Chicago were running under cars for shelter and cringing in fear. One of the little girls (in her Easter dress) bounced off of her brother and flew into the bathroom door with such a thud! She howled in anger, then picked herself back up off the floor for another assault, first on her brother and then on the gumball machine.
I wondered where the parents were during this episode? Probably getting stinking pissed at the bar. I firmly believe that children should never get a taste of sugar, at least not until they are 18. It's a poor substitute for parental supervision... and what were these kids doing in a bar to begin with?? LinktoComments(' ') urlLink ">Comment 
