mouthful of pain
Steve and I went to St. Louis for our friend Neal’s wedding. The wedding was in Alton, IL, just across the ‘big muddy’ from St. Louis. We had some time to kill, so we went to the mall, and I got into (tried to get into) this rocketship. Please note, that although I was in Illinois, I was boo’d by a little kid in the mall for wearing my Cubs jersey. I bought a Cardinal’s cap to go with it. That ought to fix the kid.
The gumballs looked pretty big, but not insurmountable. I offered to buy, if Steve would eat it, and Steve agreed, providing I’d photograph it. So, 50-cents later…
and with the use of my trusty phone-cam… it began. The double-barrel turney-thing was pretty sweet.
Turns out there seemed to be more to the gumball than we bargained for. There was an audible rattle. What could it be? A crunchy surprise? More gum? Something else? There was only one way to find out.
It’s at times like this that one begins to question the wisdom of a particular act. Actually, it’s at times like this when one should question the wisdom of a particular act. It rarely is the time that we question our own wisdom, until it’s too late.
Eventually, he had to take it out and bite it in half. There were some problems with that though. Steve couldn’t close his mouth, so the blue spit built up and eventually spilled out onto the ground. Those pictures are not here, but if you follow any of the links on the pictures, you’ll find the rest.
Good news, there were some kind of ‘nerds’ or other nibbles of hard candy inside, making the noise.
… maybe it’s just me.