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Aug 28, 2002 21:41

I walked out of my front door today just in time to see a double-stroller, housing two toddlers, collapse in on itself, crushing its inhabitants. Before the collapse I'd noticed them about to cross in front of my house, said stroller being pushed along by a guy who, in general gestalt, looked about 16, but with greying hair. So my eye had already been trained on them when it all came tumbling down.

So, superhero that I am, I sprang into action and leapt in great bounds and strides over to the sidewalk. With my manimalistic, strong-like-bull strenf, I uncollapsed the infernal contraption as the father hustled 'round and calmed the cries of yon startled, but apparently unhurt, babes. "Wow," said I as I fumbled with the mechanics of the stroller, "doesn't it lock?" He muttered something about a hinge or joint malfunctioning. He seemed to have been already aware of the defective condition. Maybe it's happened before? Maybe it happens all the time?

As I was down there, monkeying with the unmonkeyable, two thoughts entered my head, roughly at the same time: approximately first, "products liability" -- I've been trained well. Second, "this reminds me of an episode of Jackass." The "father" DID look like he was wearing stage makeup, so as to appear older, more fatherly. But the kids and their shock were real.

Whatever. I saved the fucking day.
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