Dear childless hipsters at robo taco,
OH EM GEE. I am so sorry that my two year old was being a totally uncool toddler (what kind of assholes even HAVE kids) and screaming bloody murder in your airspace. Thank you for turning around (all 7 of you) and giving us dirty looks not once but THREE times. At the precise moment when I'm trying to not get rear ended by the guy desperate to go to yelps 'hottest cocktail bar.' You're right. Unless those screams and tears are streaming out of your drunk, loud coked up heads late night in the dig a pony bathroom, they have NO business interrupting your prefunk taco. And hey, good luck tonight. 
the lady flipping you off.