"I politely coughed, to alert the baristas to my impatience, and they didn’t even look up. It pierced me to my core."
You know, I’ve tried to be sympathetic. I really have.
There’s both a short and a long way to share my tale and the lessons it imparted on me. The short way is as follows: why go to Van Pelt with a pound of weed in your bag? Go home and smoke your weed.
There are images of you from long ago in which you look decades older than you currently do. Is that a result of proper exfoliation and skin-toning, or plastic surgery