I recognize that babies and small children have taken over. They are on our airplanes, restaurants, department stores, movie theaters, car washes, coffee shops and nail salons. In fact, wherever you go, chances are you will see one of those baby back packs, and odds are, the thing will be crying.
Fine. The babies have landed, and I have to listen to their noises wherever and whenever they may be. But I was not prepared for what happened today.
I was working out in the gym in my building, and some parent brings her tiny toddler to come play on the treadmill. WTF? Is there nothing sacred? Is there no such thing as adult space? The gym is my only true freedom. Keep your kid everywhere else.