The Food Whore encounters a kid with wheels on his shoes in the grocery store (plus caters for some of the rudest people alive; read the whole thing).
You know, I just saw a kid with wheeled shoes myself a couple days ago, while I was out shopping. I had two thoughts:
"Whose idea was this? Whose batshit crazy idea WAS this?" and,
"How many times now do I have to look forward to some third-grader slamming into the back of me on her wheeled shoes?"
Bonus follow-up question:
How many times is the parent of the child who rams into me (and this will happen) going to react with (a) indifference; (b) anger at me for being in the kid's way in the first place; (c) a sermon to me about how if I only had children myself, I'd know how difficult it can be to keep an eye on 'em; or (d) some combination of a, b, and c?
Of course it's difficult to keep an eye on children! So I have an idea: Let's put WHEELS on their shoes and see if that makes the task any easier. That should totally work.