Pedes­tri­ans v pram push­ers: a los­ing bat­tle

Life & Style Weekend - - YOU - — Jill Poulsen, Ren­dezView

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.

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