in the urban jungle of manhattan, shit happens. the kid was saved by her (and i'm not making this up) "mountain buggy urban double stroller," the kiddie equivalent of a s.u.v., when a building collapsed on top of her. the stroller is a $600 deluxe infant-mobile with 12 inch air-filled tires and a sturdy aluminum frame. when the building collapsed, the kid was cocooned inside the buggy compartment. i mean, look at this thing. most strollers are a little less "deluxe".
they should really start advertising this thing, like an "armageddon" or a "war of the worlds" sort of spot where some outside force attacks a metropolis, which ends up covered in rubble. a building falls on a baby in a carriage, and after the catastrophe, the baby crawls out unharmed, giggling and cooing.
subway passengers often get testy about large baby strollers with ridiculous tires that resemble battering rams. they should have this kid dress up in a wonder woman outfit, get rolled into the 2/3 during rush hour, and say, "who's yer daddy now, bitches!" i mean, if you take public transportation, expect to run into anything and everything. schizophrenics, panhandlers, screaming teenagers, and over-protective mothers with their behemoth baby carriages. it's the nature of the beast. if ya don't like it... WALK!
okay, clearly i'm going nuts. back to studying.
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