One grande argument over guns at Starbucks

Next to the TV?

Had it there in case Miley Cyrus came on again. Shall we?

Not if you don't leave that thing here. Starbucks isn't a saloon.

I have the right to bear arms.

(Sigh.) This isn't just about rights. It's about judgment. Good judgment. Even children know that just because you can do something doesn't mean you should.

One man's good judgment, my friend, is another man's abridged freedom.

How about my freedom to get coffee without worrying that some wannabe sheriff who can't shoot straight is going to whip out a gun?

Brew your own.

(Sigh.) I can't believe we're having this conversation. If someone had told me a few years ago that we'd be debating whether it was OK to pack a pistol at Starbucks, I'd have thought that person was high on dystopian sci-fi novels.

Then let's stop talking about it. For all practical purposes, the gun debate is over anyway. So you take 50 deep breaths. One for every state with a law that allows concealed carry. The game is over, and your team lost.

For now, maybe. For now. But we've won a small victory at Starbucks. And Starbucks has been known to change the world.

mschmich@tribune.com

CHICAGO

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