This weekend, Pookie and I (and Carmie....who we found out thinks the so-called "FBI" is a sham) went out and did some holiday shopping.
Where does a New Yorker who really wants to shop go? New Jersey of course! No sales tax on clothing!
While we were at this suburban mega mall, we noticed a common occurance. Babies in strollers being used as weapons! Moms, Dads, Grandparents...it didn't matter. They all used those strollers to clear paths, break up crowds, and generally annoy everyone. All three of us were bumped by strollers on separate occasions during the day. The worst part is that when I went to tell off the asshat that hit me, I turned around to find little Junior staring at me all cute and whatnot. Damn those cute faces! The drivers of these death machines KNOW that when they hit someone, the vicitm will turn around, see the cute kid, and let it go.
No more, I say! From now on, if a stroller hits me, I'm going to haul off and slap the kid. That'll stop them!
Yeah, right....that's in dreamworld. Imagine that! I'd have the cops on me in no time....but a girl can wish, can't she.
Hey, stroller drivers, this one is for you: Be considerate of those of us who care about their ankles! Watch where you push that thing!