Prams

It’s the prams I hate, and the people who push them. I like babies very much, in fact I had two to prove it and was one once myself ….. a long time ago. But PRAMS on the street, on the bus ,clogging up the trains and the lifts, in supermarket isles and generally invading my space.

What about those dreadful women who stop to talk to others of their kind, also with a pram? In the middle of a busy pavement, they chat , then a mobile rings, then they chat some more light up a cigarette and continue to talk as the rest of the shoppers/commuters struggle to get past them and their bloody prams.

Then there are the prams on the busses, clogging up the already narrow space at rush hour. Surely there could be commuting times for people with prams so that the rest of humanity can avoid having ones toes flattened, shins bruised, stockings laddered and nervous systems strained as we struggle to get to work on a crowded bus.

What is really frightful is that these women who push their infants in a variety of prams are totally oblivious to the mayhem they are causing. Arrest them I say impound the prams and sent the babies to walking school!