Complaint After Complaint

Ok, I don’t like kids. At least not other peoples. They’re usually rude. They don’t say anything when you say “What’s up?” to them. They smell sometimes and most of the ones I see don’t seem to wear pants.

But I really hate it when mothers bring their enormous baby strollers on the bus and someone has to help them get it on the bus…and then off the bus. It never fits right in the aisle. Everyone is really uncomfortably squashed all the sudden and you have to plan a completely new exit route off the bus if godforbid you’re behind the stroller. Then there is the actual baby inside which sometimes is cute and distracts you from your current situation. Most of the time it’s annoying and eating, getting crumbs everywhere and you wonder why it’s allowed to eat Doritos at 7am. Then you think about child obesity and how it’s a huge problem in the world and how we’re all going to hell in a hand basket.