Baby Strollers and Monster Trucks
Last night my family took a trip to the local mall to get my son’s one year pictures taken. Admittedly this is NOT my favorite thing, I would put it up there with a root canal, but the even was worsened when we put our plump little boy in his stroller and discovered that the tires were almost flat. We have one of those cool strollers with real tires on it, and I have loved it, until last night. We struggled through the trip and today I found myself with the job pumping up the tires on the stroller.
So, my son and I took a trip to the local gas station to use the air pump this afternoon and as soon as I pull up and get the stroller out of the back of the SUV a HUGE, jacked up, knobby tire, larger than life, Dodge monster truck pulls up behind me and proceeds to wait to use the air pump. Of course this truck was loud and macho in itself, but along with that the driver had a painful look of disgust on his face as he waited for me to fill up the stroller tires. I was pretty sure he was going to get out and ask for my man card right there, but I eventually finished and went along my way without incident.
I don’t really have a point to go along with this story other than to say this:
Sometimes in life you will be pumping up stroller tires, and other times you will be driving a monster truck. But in no matter which role you find yourself in you should pleased, because you are still yourself.
