Grrrrrr!!!!!!

Up until now, my blog has been all smiles and rainbows, hugs and skittles. Well now I have some of the other side of real life for you. I don't care for well-meaning people who see me coming with a double-stroller and stop to let me cross the street before they turn. I understand these people are being polite, and nice even. But what they don't understand is that when I have been trekking around town for an hour and a half, pushing a double-stroller loaded down with bags, having delt with cranky babies and cranky cashiers, my feet ready to fall right off my legs, I DO NOT WANT TO PICK UP MY PACE AND SPEED WALK THE LAST 3RD OF THE BLOCK TO GET ACROSS THE STREET SO YOU AND THE 5 CARS NOW BEHIND YOU CAN WAIT FOR ME OUT OF POLITENESS. I DON'T!!!!! CAN YOU NOT SEE THIS?????? Ahhhhhh!!! What I usually do is stop, check on the babies, and wait for you to get the idea that I won't be running the last part of the block to cross while some nice person is waiting for me. I have tried waving people on, but they then more insistantly wave at me, and I have to run anyway. So I either wait, or (my evil side comes out...) I walk really slow...which is the pace I am walking anyway after a full afternoon out. Sorry, nice well-intentioned fellow townies, but I just can't do it. I can't I tell you!!! But thank you anyway.