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Today a rowdy three-year-old locked me out of Starbucks! As if lagging my computer and five pounds of printouts to the destination of peace away from home wasn’t enough, I had to endure mockery from a child! And, instead of being reprimanded for such inexcusable tricks, the brat was treated to a cookie! The little boy also stepped on my foot while I was waiting for my severely overpriced drink and kind of paused there and gazed at his father, who was observing the situation with a face of a satisfied scientist. What is happening to our youth, I ask?

When I was very little, I remember my father taking my brother and me to this special ice-creamery. The place was the only one in Saint Petersburg that served green ice cream. Now, there is a parallel here between the Starbucks green and the rare color of the ice cream, which I didn’t intend to draw. My dad is way superior to the guy who I wanted to karate chop into the shelves of Peruvian mocha for fathering a future date rapist.