Come exam week, every Starbucks within a ten-block radius of the nineteen colleges in this town is filled with more anxiety than a slaughterhouse, and it’s all emanating from The Undergrad, or more accurately, The Undergrads: every single table has been invaded by a kid with a MacBook. While The Undergrads might look different from each other, their behavior is eerily identical: the stress of finals has each of them freaking out hard, and none of them will be giving up their coveted spot in the Starbucks anytime soon.
Stroller Dad is genuinely in need of caffeine. He’s ordering a venti red eye because his kid -- now peacefully asleep in his stroller -- decided that 4am is the new 9am. Stroller Dad would be stoked if his kid were a little less of a trendsetter that way. Stroller Dad is thinks it might be time to move to Northern Virginia. He is unaware that there’s a receipt from Beefsteak stuck to the bottom of his shoe.
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