You know when you wanna go shopping and you have to take your kid so you pack up your doublewide, decked out, state of the art, SUV stroller to carry your groceries and somehow manage to fit your one and only able bodied, walking age toddler who screams his head off unless he’s got a soother in his mouth and then you drag it into the smallest shop possible where there’s barely enough room for 1 person to squeeze by your fucking ridiculous “vehicle”? Yeah, I love that. I love it even more when you bring it into an overcrowded coffee shop and I have to wait around while you struggle to wheel that thing up steps and then I can’t have a quiet coffee cause you’ve dominated the very center of the coffee shop and you’ve probably invited every mother you know so you can compare the size of your strollers. For fuck sakes, I don’t wheel my bicycle into every little shop I feel like. Do everyone else, including you, a favour and keep it outside while you browse and have your playdate at home! Suburban fuckwits.—Just Me
This article appears in Aug 11-17, 2011.
i hate it when that shit happens o.p., but what can you do. throw the little fuck out the door, and risk getting hauled off to the pokie.nah, just let them get done, and get the fuck out from your sight. i hear there is a new soylent green coming on the market next year. just in time for armagedden.
ya man…
take the ice cream away and make em take a fucking step or two….
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good golly miss molly, that’s a sad sight
Those must be the type of strollers that when the woman sees a man, she plops the kid out, slides the stroller into the horizontal position, and then lays down with her legs spread. How else is she going to fill that SUV sized stroller?