Damn millennials

This sequence of events happened to me recently: I was in an office on a studio lot, having a meeting, you know, as one does, and the person I was meeting with and I spent a few minutes complaining about the fact that the plastic they use for water bottles these days is flimsier than we remember -- better for the environment, I guess, but a lot more squishy and spill-y -- and then we complained about the parking situation on the lot, where it's nearly impossible to find a spot closer that a 10 minute walk to your meeting, and then we complained about ice maker ice coming out cloudy instead of clear, and then, finally, we complained about millennials and how spoiled and entitled they are.