Banned Wagon

Not long ago, a number of fast food chains came under metaphorical fire for their stand on open-carry for firearms in Texas. The concerns raised were essentially these: Customers walking in and out of their restaurants with loaded weapons made them nervous. Not just employees, but other customers as well. The potential of a gun battle breaking out while trying to decide on an item from the dollar menu was considered to be too big a risk for their business plan. Which, of course, brought cries of "freedom crushers" and "rights abusers" from folks who are disposed to seeing the Second Amendment as their right to infringe on that whole "life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness" thing. You know, they folks with guns strapped to their hips.
Now, across the pond, KFC (formerly Kentucky Fried Chicken) has banned those under eighteen from coming into their restaurants unless accompanied by an adult. This wasn't a firearms-related concern, since we all know that there are no guns in Merry Old England. But if you want a box of chicken tenders or a bowl of mashed-up Kentucky meat in Meir Park, Stoke-On-Trent, Staffordshire, prepare to bring along your mum or a fake ID because you won't be allowed inside. You can still get drive-through, but don't plan on sitting around and enjoying your "food" with your mates. Or tearing up the place before, during, or after.
It seems that there has been trouble among a group of teenagers. A recent scuffle between two dozen youths resulted in eight arrests and the confiscation of two guns. Waitaminnit. Back up. Two guns? How could this be? Apparently this is not an isolated incident, since a nearby McDonald's experienced similar trouble, causing them to ban minors from their dining room. This was not the same Mickey D's that kicked a group of youngsters out of their lobby for bringing along their own china, candles and cutlery to enhance their dining experience.
I remember being a teenager. I remember "No Shirt, No Shoes, No Dice." I have remember the signs taped to the doors of most every establishment within a quarter mile of our high school reminding us they only allowed "Two Students At A Time" inside. I have been kept down by the man. Of course, now that I am the man, I wonder if this isn't some clever way to keep a nation's next generation from ingesting too many biscuits with gravy. Everybody wins.