what makes america better than the eastern bloc?

i saw out of the corner of my all-seeing eye that a woman in the children's room had a bottled beverage. i approached her, she was with two children who were obviously not her own. she's the nanny. as i got closer i realized that the drink was a bacardi breezer. i told her that there is no eating or drinking in the library, and we do not allow alcoholic beverages. she claimed that she was suffereing from some sort of dehydration that can only be cured by wine coolers, and then apologized sweetly in her eastern european accent. ah america: land of opportunity, mecca of endless jobs in both the childcare and sex worker industries, and home to the bacardi breezer.