I sit on a bench in the park, rolling a wheelchair with a sleeping child. Two people come in, sit next to the bench, get cigarettes. Yes, all the benches are busy, yes, they are allowed to smoke in the park, yes, I can get around them, but how they tired me. Try to say something to them. The fact that you are a crazy mom who is struggling with your child to interfere with normal people's rest is the softest thing you will hear.