Baby stores

I'm going to a friend's baby shower on Sunday so in typical Richard Lewis fashion, I wait until the last minute to get a gift. "Wait," you say, "it's not Sunday yet!!! You still have three days to get the gift!!!" Well, due to the impending MTA strike, it might as well be Sunday because I'll be damned if I'm going to pay $50 to get to Babies'r'us when I'm only getting a $40 gift. So it is Sunday fucker!!!

Either way, once I got there and had the 12 page registry printed out for me (complete with pictureless descriptions that were limited to about 12 characters) I proceeded to make a guess as to what might be a reasonable gift to give at a baby shower. Since I have been to these before (I know because I remember the hangovers the next morning (damn those open bars)), I decided that any sensible pregnant woman would want a bunch of receiving blankets, which is not to say that that's all that I got but that that one was a given. Anyway, Beanie had to potty so I had to wait and decided to wander around the strollers. This was like a little car dealership. They had like 50 different models, from really shitty cloth and aluminum ones to titanium 16 wheel monster strollers complete with air conditioned cab for baby. The sales people in this section were also the elite of the whole babies'r'us crew (and also the only ones who had their shirts ironed). I saw one guy trying to sell one woman a stroller with a little battery operated motor that would not only push the baby but had a platform upon which she could stand too...

Next episode, the Century 21 wolfpack...