...The Pushchair Brigade...

The average walk around a town centre can readily be met with bruising/lacerations/fractures due to what  is known as 'The Pushchair Brigade'.  The members of this brigade, rather than taking the time to stroll around enjoying time with their child appear to have NOS operated buggies whose terrible steering is second only to Lewis Hamilton on a bad day.  Whilst on my walk today I found myself head on with what appeared to be a troop of these buggers 4 buggies wide, which I had to promptly respond to with some extreme tactical manoeuvring in order to avoid a several buggy pile up... not impressed.
This got me thinking, when I'm out and about in town having a stroll, enjoying my maternity leave, do passers by consider me to be a part of this brigade? Aware that I don't look much of my 27 years, do the more 'well-to-do' members of society out shopping/having their lunchbreak consider me to be a part of this pushchair subculture of young mums who supplement their need for speeding in a car for speeding in their buggy?

With it being quite clear that members of the brigade indeed don't work, what is their rush? Why are they speeding around knocking people's feet from under them like a bowling ball and skittles? One can only assume that they have in fact left the house for too long and they need to return as fast as possible to create more children so they can add more cash to their benefits.  #sterilisation (Grinds my gears)