shopping on saturday in nyc

i generally avoid commerce in general on weekends if possible. it's the time you truly see the id of society as a whole. proof of the puddin'? today. gihyb, lil g and i head to union square for some necessary monetary trade. we went from one store to the next for listed items (not being browsers, nor window shoppers) and in each and every store there were so many people that i am certain all were exceeding their fire code capacity. in b&n, at one point i got so trapped i had to lift the stroller over a display, hit a guy in the head doing so (no big whoop he was an uber-douchebag anyway) and then fled to a corner outta fear of a who-tour-like trampling. books bought=zero. and so on, in each consecutive shop . yet the point being made here, is that in each store, as i cruised with stroller i got looks. not nice looks. looks from people that said "ugh, you stupid breeder, in my way, inconveniencing my douchebag life", or the semi-pity, "sorry that you are so saddled (um and you're kinda old)" or "i see your plight, and do not give a flying fuck at all" or "your kid is cute, i'll flirt with him for one minute then trample him to a bloody little pile of death get to the register ahead of you". i was getting nervous. too many people in too little space. i guess people shop. a lot. who knew?

then there is the whole customer service piece. and that in itself is a different post.