I was standing in line at Chipotle the other day, trying to decide whether I was going to be healthy and get brown rice in my bowl or throw caution to the wind a get the white rice, when two men walked through the door and joined the line behind me. I normally wouldn’t have noticed them, except for the fact that they were having a very loud conversation that was liberally peppered with vulgarity, swears, and references to various parts of the female anatomy. I should probably mention at this point that my nine-year-old daughter was in line with me, and the restaurant had several other children sitting at…