Oh dog, speaking of strollers. One of the scariest moments in my life (building on an escalator fear) was the day a tourist family put their stroller on a busy escalator at Dupont Circle. It was pretty crowded and I was right behind them. I'm not sure how it happened, but the stroller got locked sideways at the top of the escalator and the rest of us just kept coming...like those chocolates on the conveyor belt in the Lucy episode...and NOT in a fun way. I ran into the mom, through no velocity of my own and got so panicked that I experienced one of those superhuman strength moments and yanked the stroller vertically with one arm. It made this jerky, up and over motion and landed on the other side of the handrail. I ended up falling on the mom and then hopping over the other kid and bouncing off the dad before jumping free. Thank the powers, the baby wasn't hurt but LORD, I was so scared as the rest of the riders came tripping off the stairs, all I could do was shout JEEEsus KEERist. Not even sure where that came from. So incredibly scary. I didn't stop shaking for a while. Now? I see a stroller? I go another way.

You're lucky she didn't start yelling at you.

bon bon, you've met me - ain't nothing wrong with yelling at strangers on the street. I just told some wakkos holding a sign that says "Only Roman Catholics Are Going To Heaven" and handing out flyers that they were 1) crazy (said when walking out to lunch) and 2) horrible people (said when returning from lunch).

eating on train.

people can stop me from having coffee on the train when they actually fine me or start enforcing littering rules (which I find as a much more offensive offense).

Stand right, walk left, dammit!

YES! thank you. On the escalator. Also, on the moving sidewalks at the airport. GET OUT OF MY WAY, SLOWIES!!!

I like to spend NYE w/ the Baby New Year (here seen w/ my friend who was pregnant last year...it's supposedly lucky if you have your picture taken with Baby New Year when you're pregnant).

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He runs out of his house when the ball drops on 34th St. (the crazy xmas lights street in my neighborhood) and mingles with the people. Except one year when it was icy and he ran out, fell on his be-diapered ass, and ran back inside.

Here's me there last year:

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bon bon, you've met me - ain't nothing wrong with yelling at strangers on the street.

I think you are the New York personage that Bob was thinking of. I have started muttering at strangers on the street. Well, more accurately, people SITTING on the only exit at the South Ferry station. OH HELLS NO.

I'm in complete agreement about scream control techniques. Believe me...I'm down...but the slobbery, smear the sticky everywhere thing just seems disrespectful and unsanitary. I'd be lying if I said I've never snuck a morsel on a train...I just don't want to sit on or grab someone else's mess on a handrail.

I just don't want to sit on or grab someone else's mess on a handrail.

Heh. Stop riding the train then. Chances are you are grabbing onto something much more sinister than popsicle sticky.

Coffee on the train is like food for babies. It prevents fussing. Let's all just embrace it.

Strollers on busses, however... I know its necessary. But so are basic manners. So when people are trying to use the aisle you're blocking make eye-contact and at least a token scooch of the thing instead of ignoring all the world around you whilst you yak on your cell phone.

Oh, and if your child starts shrieking? GET OFF THE PHONE. I know ignoring the negative behavior might be a valid parenting technique but none of us CARE about your parenting technique.

I have started muttering at strangers on the street.

Oh god, I do that all the time. Of course, I also mutter at myself.

Chances are you are grabbing onto something much more sinister than popsicle sticky.

Ew.