People with buggies

People with buggies. I applaud you. Woohoo, turns out you can reproduce. Great. But do you really have to shove it in our faces everywhere we go? And shove it in our sides, and shove it in our legs, and shove it across our paths as we feebly attempt to walk hurriedly through life?
Please raise your hand if you feel you have been personally victimised by people with buggies. Yeah, thought so. They are everywhere, these buggy-wielding maniacs. They lurk at the sides of the footpath waiting for you to dash by in a hurry only to canter out and impede you on your way; they form the queues of every place you have ever had to queue in, at peak time; they wait for you in the darkest corners of tiny clothes shop with even tinier aisles, waiting for the moment you wish to peruse the skinny jeans only to park themselves and their weapon of choice right in front of the various denim articles on display.
Yes, we get it okay, I'm sure there are plenty of reasons why Little Precious and the buggy couldn't be left at home - lack of babysitters on hand, tight financials, working mummy, etc. But at least look sorry when scores of shoppers, pedestrians and general humans perplexedly try to move past you in the café, in the already cramped boutiques, by the busy street corners.
My mother once relayed a story to me of a time she went to Tralee shopping and took a 6-month-old me along with her. Deciding immediately upon arrival that she was not to be the frowned-upon "woman with the buggy", she opted to put me in a crèche while she enjoyed the sights, sounds and sundry items that Tralee had to offer at the time. What she came back to 3 hours later however, was far from enjoyable - in fact, it was humiliating. Yours truly was screaming the house down, and had been so since Mummy departed 3 hours earlier. The childminders were only relieved to hand me back to my mortified mother, who scolded herself for parting with her baby in the first place.
Was my birthgiver right to leave a young child in the care of another while she went about the shops like a normal person? Or should she have strapped me into a buggy and manoeuvered me this way and that to the disgruntlement of fellow retail consumers? I vote the latter. I mean, after all, it's not like her abandonment of me led to any long-term psychological scarring or anything...
Anyway, time for me to sign off, I usually go to my therapist's around now. Good evening.