What a beautiful fall day! Not too hot, Not too cold and yet seemingly appropriate to pull out my blue pashmena. Yes, Pashmena. Astoria is always great in the fall because of all the trees just lining the streets. Up ahead in the distance, I see one stark raving mad child pushing an empty stroller. I think, God, that kid is kind of cute. He proceeded to get closer. Then abruptly, and without reason or remores SLAMS into my g.d. shins. Mom or Grandma (who can tell) with her hispanic accent and orange curly hair is smiling like a goon, like it's the cutest thing she's ever seen. She says to me "Sorry," with a shit eating grin. I yelled back "It's okay, but you might wanna get a handle on that situation." She didn't even look back and that diablo pequeno continued to push that empty stroller. It became clear to me that this is a losing battle, and I'll let the girl he ends up impregnating deal with his bullshit.
Happy Fall!
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