Danielle is wicked. Not in the pointy-black-hat sense, exactly, but she’s the type of girl that makes people say, “Today’s youth is going to Hell in a hand-basket.” 

Old people, that is, like the blind woman on the bus Danielle won’t give up her prime seat for, or Mrs. Witt, the Driftwood Manor Convalescent Home resident that Danielle is supposed to visit as part of her required community service. Instead, Danielle locks Mrs. Witt’s door, puts obnoxious shows on her TV, and goes through her box of chocolates, biting into a coconut-covered nugget, then spitting the distasteful piece out, and then [cementing] the piece she’d spit out back in place and [returning] the chocolate to its compartment.