Twenty-something: A time in one’s life when it’s passingly acceptable that most of one’s dishware be of the plastic souvenir sort.
“Look ma! They stack AND I get cheaper refills.”
Thirty-something: A time when one has decommissioned all of one’s souvenir cups only to replace them with twice the amount of mismatched children’s sippy cups and plastic-ware.
“Where’s the lid to this?”
Fourty-something: A time to help a new budding teenager begin their own addiction to plastic souvenir cups.
“This dinosaur cup has such an awesome swirly straw and it glows in the dark!”
