To straw or not to straw, that is the question.
Whether tis nobler to sip through the lips and down the throat and suffer
the slings and arrows of those against the straw,
or to take arms against the waiter or waitress who delivers the straw sheathed or unsheathed.
It is a sea of troubles.
When I was a child, women and children were given straws. Always clothed in paper.
Now, all are given. We have come far, people.
Actually, I like a straw if there is ice in the drink, (not liquor, but soda or pop).