I’ll admit I can be a pretty negative person, but the truth is I’m also incredibly naive. For instance, whenever a stroller (or pram, as this P.O.B. across the pond calls them) has “accidentally” run over my feet, I’ve often leaned toward excuses like “NYC establishments are small” or “the parent wasn’t paying attention and my foot was a 102-inch oversight.” But now, thanks to Jennifer, I will never think that way again.
You want to know why people take elevators at shopping malls, Kerryn? Because they do. Because they’re lazy, or they have a bad knee, or they’re walking by and the door is sitting open so they take a little ride. Shared space is shared space. I don’t stand around bemoaning the fact that I have to share the subway with strollers. Sure, I hate 99% of today’s ginormous “limited edition” models but I see no point in dwelling on it. There are plenty of other crappy things in the world to dwell on, like the fact that Charlie Sheen is the highest paid
douchebag man on television. If Kerryn and her friends can’t see that, then I feel sorry for them. Grow up, all you pram-pushing whiners.
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