I am currently choosing the slush and freezing rain rather than going into the homey little tea place where the moms, pre pre-school drop-off, buy their kids $7 chocolate croissants. It isn't the price that's so bad but the quotes you overhear, for example: "I want Georgia to travel so she sees that there are people with red skin and yellow skin and dark brown skin. Isn't it gorgeous that she doesn't call them black? Because their skin isn't even really black if you think about it."
Oh jeez. And also straining to never raise their voices even though their kids do it all the time. I'm a yeller, personally, and yell at Charlotte at least daily.