Starbucks

I’m not sure how the Park Slope Starbucks became the hangout of choice for latch-key, preteen fashionistas. This afternoon, I was working in Starbucks, editing some cookbook chapters. Shortly after three, the place was stinking with fifth graders whose back-to-school wardrobes cost more than I make in a month. They chattered and shrieked and laughed and gossiped as I packed up my laptop and went home.