On the afternoon drop-off, pick-up children route, we drove by a Starbucks. The patio was packed with people enjoying the short sleeve weather. For a fleeting moment, I thought how nice it would be to sit on the Starbucks’ patio with the other adults. I immediately decided I was more comfortable in my filthy van with a 2-year-old belting out broken notes on an older sibling’s recorder while his 5-year-old sister spoke without pauses. “andit’sjammiedayandIneedmyfavoritepinkjammiessowebettergotothelaundrytonightandIcanbringmyblanketand…” I have no doubt that the Starbucks’ patio was quiet and calm. I am certain that the conversations there were much more stimulating. However, every single person on the patio was dressed in black and khaki. There were no jeans, t-shirts, Birks or even sneakers. Just multiple combinations of black and khaki with expensive leather sandals. I wonder if there was a bouncer at the entrance to the patio to keep the shabbily dressed off the patio. “I’m sorry ma’am, but we need you to use the services of the drive-thru.”