I just left my study hole at Starbuck’s because a group came in with a child that was, by my guess, a few months shy of his second birthday. It was about eleven at night on Friday. The kid was alternating between shrieking in laughter and crying. The “grown ups” with him weren’t much better, talking really loudly and cursing a lot around the toddler. I finally left at 11:40 p.m. when it was apparent that they didn’t give a crap about the kid’s bedtime or my studying.
There was a reason why I was in a coffee house at almost midnight and my three year old was home, sleeping in bed. Because that’s the way it’s SUPPOSED TO BE. Put the kid to bed.