It’s become obvious that I need to arm myself with shin guards and steel-toed boots just to protect myself from YOU PEOPLE AND YOUR CHILDREN. Sorry mom and pop — the fact you birthed a baby (or three) doesn’t mean you own the sidewalks, parks, malls and store aisles, with your behemoth strollers and other humongous child-moving apparatus. It’s like driving a car — keep to your right. Don’t hog the centre line. Don’t park your monster-truck-sized babymonster-mover in the middle of the aisle or sidewalk. Use some common sense. Show some manners and common decency. Realize there ARE other people who’d appreciate using public spaces without needing to jump out of the way to avoid being trampled by you and your children. I’m getting sick and tired of it. And maybe one day very soon, I’m gonna put on my shin guards and steel-toed boots and give you a taste of your own medicine.

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