Whoever invented double strollers needs to be shot. Steering a double stroller is like steering a boat. Not a small boat. A big ass boat. Filled with 50 pounds of kid. And approximately 40 pounds of that is wiggling and wanting to get off and on and repeatedly play with the sun visor. A boat would be easier because at least have the water helping to cradle you with its watery give and take. The hot streets of St. Louis are no match. They are an unforgiving landscape of potholes, gravel and dog shit. (Who lets their dog shit in the street? Seems like it would be uncomfortable. Physically for the dog. Emotionally for the walker.) Or better yet, it’s like an RV. It’s just this big lumbering thing on wheels that may just be more trouble than it’s worth.
My ass has been kicked by a toddler today and she is now taking names. With an unwashable marker.