I recently stood in the middle of a madhouse.
Kids in electric-orange socks, like a too-bright dystopian fantasy, sprinted past me in every direction. Adults in coordinating electric-orange t-shirts stood guard. All that was missing was the heavy arm of an unseen totalitarian regime.
Only, it wasn't exactly missing.
I was there with my sneakers off, firmly in the grasp of a kid's birthday party planning existential crisis.
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