They Start Them Young

The apocalypse of the coffee bar culture has escalated. Not content with charging the price of a hot meal for a cup of coffee you can't pronounce, not content with controlling the listening habits of a nation and forcing Katie Melua on us all, the caffeine-mongers have finally noticed a few of their customers are non-paying! And they've put a stop to it. No longer can the under-two's get away with it! They have to pay like everyone else, as the powers that be have finally catered for this niche: The Babyccino. That's right, a hot drink for a baby. What does it consist of? Well they take the milk and froth it and... Oh, that's it. Frothed milk! They charge money for this? And what you are supposed to do if you're still breast feeding? Perhaps if you asked nicely they'd squirt it up for you, but, like bringing in a tea bag and asking for hot water, it's probably frowned upon. Now, while we're on the subject, surely that milk frothing device thing can be improved somewhat? Why do people go to coffee shops? To talk, to read, to pass time, i.e. for the quiet. What is that frother device other than the noisiest machine in the world! You might as well have someone digging up the road in there, it's worse than the dentists. So my next revolutionary life-changing device? That's right, a froth-silencer! For the frother! They have them for guns, let's put some of that destructive knowledge to good use, all it would need is some sort of vacuum thingumy thing. Patents on a postcard please...