If dodging a baby stroller is your biggest problem of the day, you've got it made.
I hate strollers.
I hate those "Rascal" scooters.
I hate wheelchairs. And walkers. And folks on crutches or with canes who are moving slowly when I want to pass.
And really large people who waddle, taking up more than their fair share of real estate.
And people who stroll slowly in tight groups of two or more, blocking free movement of others.
And people who are carrying too much stuff or too many bags who bump into people and things, drop stuff, and have to stop and rearrange their load a lot.
And un-attached people who stop to look at things when their stopping causes me to have to pause or to maneuver around them.
And any loose arrangements of people and objects that obstruct my direct path from one location to another.
They SUCK.
Aside from avoiding crowded venues (which is the most preferred solution), I've decided that I'll just have to live with the rest of the human race as they are, pretend that I have an ounce of patience and empathy for the other guy, put a smile on my face and go about my business.
I mean, if I came out to a gun show for the day, what does it say about ME if I act like I'm on the clock, in a hurry, time-is-money, and that having to stand for a couple extra seconds in front of the Winchesters while Bubba and Bertha stuff another elk-link past Lil-Bubba's "Dale Jr." pacifier is egregiously depreciating my investment?
Heck, I've left waaaay more gunshows than not with nothing to show for the cost of admission but jerky breath and a little bit of food for thought. Why pretend that I'm on a mission or that my time there is any more important than the fat guy in the scooter towing his grubby grand-baby in a stroller?