I got a bit of flack for my post Unstolen Bike, about a girl who didn't lock her bike outside the Chase bank in the East Village. So, at the risk of being told to shut up and getting accused of supporting murder, I offer the following: What is up with all the Village mommies who leave hundreds of dollars worth of strollers unlocked outside their pediatrician's office on 11th Street?
An online review of this pediatrician led me to one mommy's complaint that the steps you have to walk down are a potential barrier to care. About the doc's services she notes:
Pros: Patient and not condescending
Cons: Hard to get down the steps with a stroller
We're talking about maybe three steps here.
Which reminds me: Yesterday I was entering an old Village building with an elevator man, the kind occupied by a mix of aging intellectuals and new yuppies. A smartly dressed yuppie mommy came in with a poodle on a leash and her Bugaboo laden with shopping bags. I held the door for her and followed her in, where the elevator man held his door and did all the necessary driving. She didn't even have to push a button. When she got out, pulling the stroller and poodle along with her, she sighed and said, "God, this is such a production."
I don't think so. Parents, correct me if I am wrong, but a production is having a baby in a walkup. A production is having to lug your baby, your dog, maybe another small child, and your stroller up and down five flights of stairs every day.
A production is not when you have doors held open for you and elevators manned for you. It is not having to drag your stroller down three steps to visit your brass-plaque and brownstone pediatrician. And it is also not about having the money to easily replace your belongings when they're stolen.
One more thing: While I might relish future news of these strollers getting swiped, I hope I never have to read about one of these mommies triumphantly finding her stolen Bumbleride through some chat-room heroics.