Picture the scene if you will: It's Sunday afternoon and Bernadette and I are driving home from a leisurely brunch. Bernadette decides to take a shortcut instead of facing the disgusting Lincoln/Paulina intersection. As we're driving down our shortcut alley we see a giant (standing, about 5 feet) gumball machine. Bernadette's Tracker comes to a screeching hault. "Was that a gumball machine?" "I think it was." "Do you think that was trash?" "It might have been!" She throws the car in reverse, as we speed backwards down the alley. We jump out of the car, laughing hysterically, trying to pick up the huge gumball machine, wet and muddy and very full with huge gumballs. We jump back into the car (me hitting my head on the base of the machine, cracking the plastic a bit) and drive off. And, to make a long story short, we now have a huge gumball machine in our home. Ah...gum.