It makes me terribly uneasy. In Boston or New York, I can cross the street with no problem. But in Atlanta, especially Moreland, I get all nervous and sweaty. Luckily, there was a little cadre of strollers also waiting to cross, and you better believe I used them as a buffer. If you have a stroller, you are golden.
Nobody wants that on their record.
Nope, not at all. And the strollers just amble on, willy-nilly all over the road and the sidewalk, moving as slowly and taking up as much space as they want. I'm ready for a baby stroller, but I'm not ready for a baby. I like them and all, it's just not quite time. It concerns me that once you have them, they never go away.