We have people coming for dinner.
The pantry is bare.
A trip to the store and…. there are 30 empty parking spaces, upfront, but I park in the w-a-y back.
I see a car pulling into that ‘sweet spot’.
She gets out.
She trots to the door in yoga pants, happily chatting on her phone.
Downward facing dog can be a bitch.
Now look! Another!
He has on tennis whites but is over 60.
He must have tennis elbow.
That can be painful.
Husband and wife.
They do need help- they can barely get out of the car.
Because they can’t fit through the door.
“Ah, come on Billy. Just one more stop. We need milk.”
Behind me is a young mother, pregnant with two children in tow.
One is in a umbrella stroller. The other holds her hand. They are both crying.
So I ask you…
|This is what I call a Stroller!|