I knew I was sunk when she eyed my standard issue Graco suspiciously.
"Where's your jogging stroller?" she asked cheerfully.
"Don't have one. I don't jog. I was planning to walk. I take this one on the Towpath all the time."
"I'm not sure it will go on the connector path," she said.
And she was right. We bushwacked through a grassy path to a dirt and rock trail. That's when my daughter and I bailed out. I figure I'd rather skip the walk and just meet for coffee. Cocktails would be even better.
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