Below, you will find a fictional dialogue between Justin and Justina, two unusual-yet-similarly-named friends (see the full series). Today’s dialogue finds Justin and Justina walking down a Brooklyn, New York, sidewalk. They cross paths with a woman pushing a stroller. There was only one parent – so no stroller navigation issues were at play. However, we will find that Justin had another problem with the situation.
Cross-Legged in the Stroller
Justin: Can you believe that?
Justina: Believe what?
(Justin motions toward the stroller that just passed them.)
Justina: The stroller, what about it?
Justin: Did you see the kid?
Justina: I suppose. What about him? You think he was too old? I mean sure, he was probably six or seven, but that’s what they all do today.
Justin: That’s part of it, but did you see how he was sitting?
Justina: I didn’t notice.
Justina: He was? What about it? You always sit cross-legged.
Justin: Not in a stroller!
Justina: I suppose…
Justin: Who does the brat think he is? John Quincy Adams?
Justina: Maybe he thought he was you.
Give the Kid a Cigar and Whisky
Justin: This is no laughing matter. I’m very upset right now.
Justina: It was just a kid sitting cross-legged in a stroller. Besides, his feet would have been dragging on the ground if he wasn’t.
Justin: As soon as the kid crosses his legs in the stroller, you throw him out!
Justina: I mean I suppose if the thought even occurs to the kid, he or she should be walking.
Justin: He should be walking to the lounge!
Justina: The lounge?
Justin: Give him a cigar and whisky!
Justina: Isn’t he underage?
Justin: Don’t ask questions in that form. I’m sensitive!
Justina: Not this again…
Justin: So darn full of himself.
Justina: Are we still talking about the kid in the stroller?
Justin: He thinks he’s better than us!
Justina: He probably is.
Justin: Totally agree. That kid will be going places if his mother lets him walk before he turns 10.