You walk into Magic Beans, your local coffee shop. It is mid-day and yet nobody, besides the workers, are here. You browse through the menu options as usual and decide you just want your usual beverage. You go to sit down only to find that there was a girl, me, who is smiling, looking at you, and sitting at a window table. I approach you.

Hey. Can you pass me a stirring-stick? They push them way too far back for short people like me.