So I'm sitting in my SUV the other day taking up two lanes of traffic, and I'm eating my supersized whatever meal when I get soda all over my new made-to-look-dirty denim pants that were made in a sweatshop somewhere. I'm just about to blow up when I think to myself "Be grateful. At least you're not that poor kid in the sweatshop."
Then I went to the store and bought another pair.


