You're standing at the Starbucks counter, about to pay for your overpriced but oh-so-good morning latte. You reach into your bag to fetch your purse, grab your money and pay the cute barista behind the counter. As you hand over the cash and flash a subtle grin his way, your eyes drift down to the area your hands are in and are greeted by a single stubby, flesh-coloured nub, nestled in amongst your perfectly manicured talons. You hurriedly thrust your hand into your pocket, grab your cof...
