Their parent-drivers plow through crowds and mow down unfortunate bystanders with the zeal of Lizzie Grubman. They bust through doorways crying, "EXCUSE ME! EXCUSE ME!" in tones both bloodthirsty and desperate.- Liz Khalil on Flak Magazine, illustration by Derek Evernden on Flak [via Scrubbles]These cries ó the words deceptively polite ó are a signal to duck and cover or just run like hell. As in a head-on collision between a scooter and a Mack truck, there will be a winner and a loser. It's clear in the stroller-pedestrian wars just which is which.
