I have been reading about this new phenomenon of buggy rage which has hit our great nation. I mean Jesus, what has happened to our society where over 40 percent of mums have experienced an attack of some description while pushing buggies, mainly by OAPS and women (source NetMums)
Is there some kind of hate campaign being drawn up in the WI meetings or coffee meetings at the local church groups, where little grey haired folk decide they must seek revenge on anyone pushing a small, squealing body around. Did they not have children in the OLD DAYS? Or did they just never take their children out and never inflict the general public to the monstrosities that were prams in those days (those wheels could have had someone’s foot off).
I’ve had people cut me up on the pavement and then glare if I accidently catch their ankle (what the hell did they expect?). I have had other buggies shove me off the path. I have also witnessed “bus rage” where rows have developed over the lack of space in the b****y things (hmmm I can see “I hate buses Part 3″ developing). But luckily, so far, I have never been beaten up or screamed at for simply pushing my baby in the street.
I must admit, I do look forward to the day when my son’s chubby little legs are strong enough to carry him around most places and I can leave the pram behind – as I find the whole thing a damn nuisance and living in a place surrounded by hills I can feel my back crumbling by the second.
I also hate the “mum envy” that develops, as each woman looks over each other’s metal contraptions and makes an immediate comparison:
“Oh I was going to have that one – but I find this one so much more compact.” Or “that was our pram number two – we are actually on pram number 5 now!”
It seems these days the more you spend on a pram the better it is and the better your “cred” on the street. My cred can’t be worth much as I brought my prams on Ebay…
As for the rage that seems to be developing towards us pram pushers – I can only remain somewhat bemused. I just hope that when I’m old and wrinkled and wearing sensible shoes – I will remember what it was like to struggle along with a screaming baby in pram and will remain freindly and helpful at all times.
Alterantively if I am an evil old crone I hope I have dementia so I don’t know about it, otherwise I would turn in my own lonely grave..