|Taken from us too soon. :(|
This weekend, the whole family enjoyed a lovely day at the Houston Zoo. The Conductor had been asking to go for weeks, so since the temperature was going to be below 100 (finally!), we decided to head out. We packed up our lunches, plenty of water, and the stroller and took the short drive to the zoo. For those of you who aren't familiar with Houston, down here we consider anything under an hour a short drive.
We got there early and got great parking. Score! Before we left the house, the Conductor made his priorities clear: he wanted to see zebras and ride the merry go round. Naturally, upon entry we headed in the direction of the hoofed animals, until we were informed that he wanted to go see the s-s-s-snakes. So we made our way to the reptile house and discovered it doesn't open until 10 a.m. It was 9:15. No tragedy though, because C decided he was ready to see the elephants.
|Sitting with the chimps|
|Me no likey|
We saw everything at the zoo we came to see and headed over to ride the Hermann Park train as is our routine after zoo trips. It knocks C out every time and this time was no exception! We got our tickets, parked the stroller with all the other strollers in the train station parking area, grabbed the diaper bag, and boarded the train. We did have our "valuables" with us as there are signs everywhere that they are not responsible for lost or stolen items. We've left our stroller at the station about a dozen times without incident and assumed this time would be no different. You know what they say about assuming? Well, it definitely applied this time. Uh huh. Big time.
After a leisurely ride through the park, we approached the station, with me craning my neck to make sure our stroller is still there, as I always do. Usually I spot it and can chill until it is time to get off the train. Much to my surprise, I didn't see it where we left it. Keep in mind it is a double stroller and it takes up a bit of real estate. I scanned the entire area, thinking maybe, just maybe, someone moved it elsewhere. By this time, I was in full blown panic mode and jumped off the train, holding little Dozer, and ran to the stroller area, asking the ticket agents if they had moved any of the strollers. They said no (as I knew they would) and then my blood began to boil.
I stormed off to "find my stuff," even though I knew it was in vain. Because a smart person would take the goods and get the heck out of there. But if you are stealing baby strollers, you probably aren't a smart person. Especially by nabbing our low end Graco Duoglider. I mean, seriously, if you are going to steal a stroller, at least take a nice one like a Bugaboo or Phil & Teds that can make you a little money on Craigslist! You know what I'm sayin'?
We didn't find it despite cruising the park and doing a quick search of the zoo. Whoever took it is lucky too, because I was fuming mad and I do not take kindly to being stolen from. (Our house was robbed in January. I am sick of this crap!) I was ready to kick some ass!
Anyway, rant over. All in all, it was a good day and I'd do it again. Although next time . . . I would take our stroller to the car before riding the train. Lesson learned.