so i understand you pay a trabillion dollars for your apt., or loft house place, townhouse, doorman building, whatever they are called, but you know lady, i am late for work, and you and your adorable child (chad? edward? victoria?) in the cute cute outfit that im sure costs more than all the cash money ive spent on acceptable work clothes ARE TAKING UP THE ENTIRE SIDEWALK walking so slow with that dumb stoller so you can sip your latte carmel low fat coffee thing.
there. i said it.
and the rich men with the dogs with the sweaters, too.
(the nannys with the rich peoples children can slide. for now.)