By BERN MORLEY
Wandering around a department store over the weekend I came across the baby section. Ever nostalgic for all things baby, I walked over to a pram and caressed it (an observer might even say that this looked a little creepy). That’s when I flipped the price tag over and audibly gasped. $1599. Huh? Let’s just say I was rather glad at that point that I didn’t have a heart condition.
When I recovered and pointed it out to my husband who was listening to me as only a male who has been dragged to a suburban megaplex against his will can, i.e. not at all, I wondered to myself if my children had missed out, you know, not being wheeled around in something that literally cost more than my first car.
I mean, seriously, is this the latest in parental pissing contests? Or was this kind of thing always going on and I just didn’t realise?
And get this, the one I saw in the shop was the last one and on a special! One that has no doubt been test-driven around the store a thousand times, rammed into topless mannequins and probably had had a toddler’s filthy fingers smeared into the undercarriage more than once.