Thursday, February 22, 2007

Kids These Days

We bought an E3. Yesterday, determined to make the most of my last days at home, I loaded Lumpyhead and Lula into their sweet new double-decker ride and took them for a walk. After nearly turning them both upside down on the three steps out of the door (the new stroller is pretty heavy), things went pretty smoothly.

The stroller is an extravagance. We saved a lot of money using Aunt Bob’s strollers, car seats, high chair and other baby gear, which is how we justified the purchase. Also, we liked the idea of having a double stroller that wasn’t double-wide, and this was the only one we could find.

I walked down the hill with a “look at my nifty new stroller!” air. I managed to wriggle the new vehicle through the entrance of the drugstore (Does anyone know a graceful way to maneuver a stroller through doors? I don’t do this often enough to be any good at it. I went through the door backwards, then pulled the stroller through the door after me. Is there a better way to do it?). I bought Lumpyhead a green ball for a buck-fifty, which he clutched the entire ride home, dropping it only once to gesticulate wildly and yell at a passing bus.

On the way back to the house, I saw three young men crawl out of a late-model Honda. Sporting oversized hoodies, they were old enough to be taller than me, but still too young to be prosecuted as adults. They loitered on the corner after the car pulled away.

I started to worry about wrestling my fancy behemoth stroller around them. One of them was standing in the middle of the sidewalk.

When I got close, his companion chided him, “Get out of the way for the lady with the stroller,” in a tone that implied, “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Sorry, ma’am,” the boy said, quickly stepping completely off the wide sidewalk and into the boggy grass.

The thugs in my neighborhood are incredibly polite.

That, or I’m a judgy asshole.


Molly Chase said...

Oooh, yay for polite thugs! We live in the D.C. Metro (although on the other side from you, in southern Prince George's County) and my husband walks the two blocks to pick up our son from daycare every day. He told me the other day that a group of kids on our block just about beat down a little boy in front of our son, shouting "Stop saying motherf**ker in front of that baby! Don't you know he's learning how to talk?"

Hilarious. Love it.

Sarah, Goon Squad Sarah said...

You have very kind hoodlums.

Daddy L said...

I'm putting my money on Judgy Asshole.

Violet said...

They're probably not thugs as such, but often even people who don't look like thugs, don't bother getting out of my damned way when I've got the buggy. And don't get me started on the idiots who park on the footpath so I have to go onto the road to walk around them...

mo-wo said...

The e3 is a weird possession. I hope you guys enjoy it after all.

And, we got some guys like that around here, too. I find the most graceful way to make it through a door with the stroller is to wait for one of the stately Sikh security guards at the bank or other store to open the door for me. Apart from that, yep it is all whack it open with the mum-bum