I looked up and realized we were stranded in a sea of skinny jeans, all worn by the men. Each of them also clad in Top-Siders or low-top Converse sneakers. Their hair graying, their hands frantic as they routinely checked their iPhones. The women all drenched in designer clothes. (And I love nice clothes myself, but on a Saturday morning? It felt forced.) And everyone keyed up on Starbucks and straining to be happy. Hovering over the children and looking downright exhausted.
