Sarah, I, too, have seen the amazing zone of immunity that mothers seem to have as they push their babies in front of them right out into traffic, often just as the light is about to change to green for the cars. And since I live in a city with mass transit, I can't even count the number of times mothers have actually shoved their strollers, with baby aboard, between the closing doors. This is both in situations to hold the door open to get on the train and for getting off the train. Having been caught between doors multiple times, I can tell you that the force of those things is impressive in a very painful way.
Cringing doesn't begin to express what I feel when I see the strollers as door stoppers.
LOL @ your story! My husband moved here (Manitowoc, WI) from Englnd 4 years ago, & he's still scared to death of crossing the street! Heeheehee!!! Some gentleman...he always goes on my right side, so I'm in the way of the cars, just in case! I'll run when I see my chance, he does one of two things: a) runs with me looking frightened, or b) stays where he is & shouts 'Jinny be careful, I don't think he's going to stop!' Hahahaha!!! I still laugh about it every single time!
Phos--Thanks for being a spelling Nazi. Next time you feel the need to point out my typos, please remember that your time would be better spent working on you and your own blog.
Tea--I didn't live in the city long enough to see baby doorstops. That's unbelievable, but out here in the ’burbs, I have noticed a lot of able-bodied people look right through women with strollers in need of a helping hand with a door. Maybe the “My baby, my door stop,” syndrome is a product of that.
Lena—Thank you.
Mone—Illinois drivers are always in a hurry, too. And they aren’t nearly as good at driving as Germans. (Germans have to pass a more thorough and difficult test to earn their licenses than do Illinoisans. I know because I failed the watered-down version of the German driving test that they give to U.S. military members and their families.)
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Yeah, FIB drivers. The reason most Phoenix drivers suck is because they are ex-fibs, or hillbillies.
Was that gas petal or pedal, I forget???
5/26/2006 11:51 PM
What are 'FIBs', PK?
Gas pedal.
Sarah, I, too, have seen the amazing zone of immunity that mothers seem to have as they push their babies in front of them right out into traffic, often just as the light is about to change to green for the cars. And since I live in a city with mass transit, I can't even count the number of times mothers have actually shoved their strollers, with baby aboard, between the closing doors. This is both in situations to hold the door open to get on the train and for getting off the train. Having been caught between doors multiple times, I can tell you that the force of those things is impressive in a very painful way.
Cringing doesn't begin to express what I feel when I see the strollers as door stoppers.
5/27/2006 12:42 AM
LOL @ your story!
My husband moved here (Manitowoc, WI) from Englnd 4 years ago, & he's still scared to death of crossing the street! Heeheehee!!! Some gentleman...he always goes on my right side, so I'm in the way of the cars, just in case! I'll run when I see my chance, he does one of two things:
a) runs with me looking frightened, or
b) stays where he is & shouts 'Jinny be careful, I don't think he's going to stop!'
Hahahaha!!!
I still laugh about it every single time!
tea & books: FIB's = effing Illinois b@st@rds! (That's the censored version! lol)
5/27/2006 6:39 PM
I loved your editorial!
Why did I never notice before that drivers DO get MORE agressive in the rain? What was all the feigned politeness about in the sunshine??
"Are they afraid of getting wet in their warm dry cars?" LOL!
5/27/2006 9:11 PM
Drivers in Germany are allways! in a hurry. That just sucks!
5/29/2006 12:59 AM
Phos--Thanks for being a spelling Nazi. Next time you feel the need to point out my typos, please remember that your time would be better spent working on you and your own blog.
5/30/2006 6:24 PM
Tea--I didn't live in the city long enough to see baby doorstops. That's unbelievable, but out here in the ’burbs, I have noticed a lot of able-bodied people look right through women with strollers in need of a helping hand with a door. Maybe the “My baby, my door stop,” syndrome is a product of that.
Lena—Thank you.
Mone—Illinois drivers are always in a hurry, too. And they aren’t nearly as good at driving as Germans. (Germans have to pass a more thorough and difficult test to earn their licenses than do Illinoisans. I know because I failed the watered-down version of the German driving test that they give to U.S. military members and their families.)
5/30/2006 6:56 PM
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