I was walking down the street the other day when I saw a lemonade stand. It was a cute setup that a little girl had with her giant pitcher and princess cups. I was drawn to pay a dollar for a glass of lemonade to quench my thirst. As I was sipping the yellow tart nectar, the little girl proceeded to ask me who I voted for in the election. She asked if I thought the economy was in shambles or if I was pro-union. I was shocked. This 8-year-old was drilling me on my voting habits, and when I told her I didn't vote, oh boy, did she tell me what was wrong with Millennials. She blamed my avocado toast for raising the prices of princess tiaras and my lack of 7 children for why the city can no longer afford the free sewing class at the library. For 83 minutes, this child laid into me about why I needed to get my head on straight and attend more city planning task group meetings. Suffice it to say that the glass of lemonade was mediocre.