It was 2005, and I was walking into the Bed Bath & Beyond on 6th Ave when I kneed a kid in the back.
I was listening to my iPod, and as I entered the store I didn’t see the toddler wobbling in front of me.
In a rush to get what I needed, my knee went right to his little back, and he fell right on his face. Then he cried. Poor kid.
I am positive that I have ruined Bed Bath & Beyond for him for the rest of his life. Well, maybe just the one on 6th Ave, which in all honesty is a nightmare on its own.