Pedestrians v pram pushers: a losing battle
I WAS waiting patiently in line for a smoothie at the markets when it happened.
My head was in the clouds wondering whether I should deviate from a classic banana smoothie to something a little more exotic when I felt an excruciating pain across my right foot.
I looked down to see a tyre of what I thought was a Toyota Yaris on my foot.
Totally panicked, I looked up to see a mum pushing a six-metre-wide pram, completely oblivious to the fact she had parked it on top of me.
“Excuse me, you’re on my foot,” I whimpered.
“Oh,” she said before wheeling it off.
No sorry, not even a feeble excuse as to how she didn’t see me standing there.
I collected my smoothie (I went with classic banana) and forgot about the ugly incident.
Until two days later.
I was enjoying a stroll along the footpath on my way home from work. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, I saw a pram coming at full speed towards me.
With barely enough time to look left and right I quickly worked out I had two options – fall into the bushes or jump into oncoming traffic.
The choice was easy and in less than a minute after first spotting the fast moving pram I was snuggling a rather unforgiving hedge.
As I have explained in detail in past columns, I’m not into bans.
What I am suggesting is that the government gives out a free baby sling with a booklet on being a courteous, responsible pram owner every time a child is born.
I’m not trying to make a hard job even harder. I love parents, some of my best friends are parents – my parents are parents.
All I’m asking of our pram-pushing citizens is some basic manners.