So, I’ve been working the pull tabs booth at our neighborhood bar for, what, three months now? Here, let me check my planner… I started mid-December, so it’s been almost exactly three months.
And kids play. It’s against the rules, but how can you resist those little pudgy faces attached to truncated bodies with the little finger nails wedging their way into society?
The other ladies blame the parents. They say they’re teaching them bad habits at a young age. Are they, though? I feel like it’s not that big of a deal to donate a dollar to charity and receive a two-second game out of the deal.
Is it a bar thing?
Ever since I was a kid, my brother, sister, and I played arcade games while my parents drank. We loved going to Sizzler or Rooster’s, just because we knew as soon as we got a seat, we would put out our hands, then close them around a fist full of quarters.
And then we were off!
Maybe gambling isn’t the problem (who’s getting hurt if you give your money away? Shoot. Maybe the kids are, but we’re getting off target). Perhaps going to bars is the problem? Promulgating the feeling that there’s a secret society of neverending comaraderie hiding behind the guise of a rakish facade. As adults, can we ever feel safe anywhere else, after being raised in bars?
Anyway, I don’t think it’s such a bad thing, to let your kids play pull tabs every once in a while. If you want to compare it with other enculturated behaviors, like smoking or drinking, I’d argue against that point and say instead that those habits are imbued in blood. (Perhaps more on this at a later date?)
So, rock on, dude who just told his kids, “Let’s sit down over here and I’ll show you how to do the cardboard crack.”
Decriminalize kids who wanna gamble. I say, let them be.
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