An Apology to Mothers At the Drive-Through Window

I love coffee shops. I always have and probably always will. From over-commercialized, over branded, overstocked retail-shelved Starbucks to second-hand furniture, sustainable cups and recycled baristas at hole-in-the-wall, unmarked, hipster hangouts, the wealth of memories and relationships I have cultivated at coffee shops are priceless. Because of this, when my father decided to make the …