A stroller and some beer

The weather here seems to have made everyone quite chipper. The sun is up, bright and shining from about 6 am till 10 pm. The homeless are a bit more exuberant. In fact the homeless lady who sleeps near my closest metro has seemed to have adopted some dogs, and instead of just sitting in front of the metro all cold and shivering and miserable, she is happy playing with the strays. One particular story of jubilance you may find enjoyable and endearing. A young couple and their baby in a baby stroller were walking in front of me. Both had bottles of beer in their hands, but this is not unusual here in Russia. The wife, who was not pushing the cart, wanted to have some fun, so with a mighty swing of her arm she slapped the buttocks of her husband. It was done with such force that I was privy to see the husbands butt reverberate from the impact. The husband and wife soon began to laugh boisterously. Moments later the husband decided that a similar act would be humorous. He slowed down his pace, to get behind his wife, and with a mighty swing of his arm he gave her butt a good go. Just like her husband, the butt undulated, and laughter was to be heard all around. But butt slapping can’t be fun forever. It was the wife’s move, and she decided to try and get in front of the husband, and the baby carriage, and push the husband. The wife got into positioning, but the husband anticipated her attack, and shoved the baby carriage, with the baby in it, into the wife. The wife was laughing. The husband was laughing. Soon the game became quite intense. The husband with this carriage, the wife with her quick movements. It was like I was watching two gladiators in the coliseum. Each one pacing. Looking for the right time to attack. The husband using the carriage as a shield, the wife with her beer bottles as a sword. Their movements were beautiful. Like a ballet really. And there was so much joy. Both gladiators happy at fight’s end. I just hope that poor baby doesn’t have too bad of whiplash.