Our local Swimplex (which offers children’s swim classes) does not allow strollers in the change rooms. With four children five and under, there is now way that I would be able to go swimming with my children unless I bring a stroller into the change room. I understand that the change rooms are crowded, but I bring an umbrella stroller in so that it doesn’t take up much room and I can pack it away while we are swimming. They have not kicked me out yet!

There also was a local retailer which was geared to selling high end baby gear and children’s things which was designed specifically to make it difficult for people to bring in their strollers. This seemed somewhat counter productive when marketing to families with children? Overall, their gear was much more safe with my children in the stroller!

Our local Ontario Early Years center (which is the size of a small school) requires that parents leave their strollers at the door when entering. This makes it very difficult navigate our family through the building as I end up having a one year old and a two year old on each hip and then try to encourage my four and five year old to abide by my direction!

Not everyone is like you and it’s those few people who ruin it for the rest of us.

And, Pulp Kitchen is (was) a neighbourhoood joint. A neighbourhood with tons of parents (obviously you know. duh.) The whole thing could have been avoided by simply stating, on their sign, that it was a safety/fire code issue. But I’m not sure it was. And the fact of the matter is, we all remember, and won’t patronize her new establishment either.

Okay, you raise some very good points, but in making your point you do some unfair generalizing. Sure, some parents are oblivious, and self-involved, and browsing to kill time instead of actually spending — but that’s a human condition, not a parental one. I was intent on doing some Christmas shopping, and I would not have allowed Lucas to touch anything, and if he did embarrass me by breaking or damaging something, you can bet I’d pay for it. Hasn’t happened yet, and we go to a lot of funky places. (Antique store, you say? Got a Kodak Duaflex or a Starflex sitting there, looking for a new home?)

Of course, the rest of your points are bang on and I agree. But, I’m still feeling like there was a better way. Even a sign on the door would be less in-your-face than a large man blocking a doorway and glaring down at me. The potential customer is always right, even if she has no rights.

Great comments everyone! (Captcha = ters sterne — he was terse and stern but he couldn’t spell!)

On the other hand, I also really, really appreciate Marla’s insights as a retailer herself. Very interesting and valid points.

To me, child -friendly doesn’t necessarily mean stroller-friendly, but anti-stroller doesn’t necessarily mean anti-child!

The reasons in food service establishments are fire codes and safety. Aisles need to be clear so that people can escape in an emergency. Those places have fire hazards and that must be respected. It’s an expensive ticket. Servers in food establishments can’t be tripping when they’re carrying food, especially hot things or breakable glass. That’s their right – a safe workplace. Many restos in this area are still having this issue, and we have come to the point where a special “cafe n’ play” for moms and kids is opening, because years later, a group of five moms wanted to bring some of their strollers into a new pub and it couldn’t accommodate them. And good for them, because the moms’ new business is lovely and I’m happy to promote it – but I’d never look at that pub, as nice and shiny new as it is, and think that was the place to meet for lunch with babies and did ask them if they were crazy in the head.

As far as retail goes…

You are wrong my dear, dear friend, in calling a store ( or restaurant) a public establishment. They are private establishments and you are invited to enter them at their invitation or refusal. You have no rights. Disabled people cannot be denied entry on those grounds (intoxication yes, gimpy no) – but as far as I know, it’s not legislated that access has to be physically accommodated (yet). So he very well could have stated that a disabled person could enter, but not the wheelchair.

And (generally speaking), parents want kids’ right to be in a store respected – but it’s not the kids’ choice to be in the store (or anywhere) if they’re in the stroller. I don’t get that. You want to be in the store, you go in – but a todder isn’t going to get anything meaningful out of it and Beloved and they boys were wiling to take him – so fighting for the right of an object to be in the store would have been just silliness.

And the reason Ikea gets more money out of me is because they let me park my kid, not drag her though. People juggling kids don’t spend more money in small boutique stores – they usually spend less. And they often affect the purchase decisions of other buyers.

In the Science of Selling, Underhill notes that consumers are likely to leave without purchasing if they are bumped. Older customers especially fear being unsteady. While many stores have the space to accommodate strollers and lots of other customers – very small ones don’t.

You know I work in a very small store (less than 500 square feet of antiques, cards and small furniture). We work hard to accommodate strollers, and only because we’re nice. We cannot fit more than one, really – sometimes two single file, and a double can’t make it around the store all the way. And we have lots of dusty, sharp, rusty and breakable objects, and fragile, tearable paper and yes, moms and kids come in but why a parent would think a kid would enjoy it in there is beyond me. And guess who pays our rent? Not the moms who are “strolling’ (ar ar – get it?) through, killing time and leisurely spending a day during the week while the baby naps in the stroller that cost a fortune – it’s those damn single people with all that extra income and the unfrazzledness to decide to go for that vintage Haegar vase or those pink vinyl tub chairs on the weekends. A stroller in the store on a Saturday after brunch gums up the whole works, but we never say anything, even though yes, people get frustrated at not being able to move all the way through and leave while a mom dithers over a $4 card near the “decompression zone” by the door. And the little black pug who stays with me at the store all day has been bumped by strollers while sleeping in his bed, because moms often push them on autopilot while browsing.

He may have been abrupt, but Saturdays are the busiest days for browsers and the actual sales that keep cute stores in the black – and he may have been protecting more guaranteed sales as much as the merchandise and you may have just been the stroller that broke the camels’s back that day and he was short on patience and he didn’t notice your adorable dimples. I like the idea that the store should be called and asked why, as part of being called out.

Some stores are very personally curated and run, and pushing a stroller through them is not much different than bringing a stroller into someone’s home. I really don’t want to be a jerk here, and it may be my years in retail that trigger this defensiveness, but I always used to ask at small stores. He’s probably not an ogre, and yes, he probably was too abrupt and you didn’t stay for the explanation – but he probably does have a lot of his life invested in that business and has more to lose from even one stroller than you’d imagine.

Oh jeez – did I even answer one question, or did I just rant? Sorry!

Oh! And…

If he’s from a different generation (or culture), this newfangled privileged North American “babies go everywhere in strollers” trend must be exhausting. After all, my mom left me parked in the baby buggy (or in the car) outside stores while she went shopping and she wouldn’t have dreamed of bringing me in a place like that in the first place.

I’m not sure I’d have felt comfortable in a store with The Boy as a babe, he would just grab and break things. It would just cease to be enjoyable because I’d be too worried. (Even with him in my arms.)

When some of you mention that it smacks of banning kids, that’s what bugs me. I am far from a perfect parent, but I do try my best to both be conscientious and raise conscientious children. And you are all correct that it was the approach as much as the fact that irked me.

(Of course, as soon as it happened I knew it would make for terrific blog fodder, so all was not lost!)