I have always known life isn’t fair. I probably learned that the first time I was ever around a group of my contemporaries in nursery school. Inevitably somebody got to have the last juicebox because they pooped in their pants and needed high fructose corn syrup to ease over their embarrassment. “It’s not fair! I wanted the last juicebox!” I would wail at the pooper, as they sucked happily on their plastic straw. ” I deserve it because I didn’t poop in my pants! What kind of treat do I get for not pooping in my pants? Nothing? Well that’s…
