"Man, that is a terrible baby." Wearing a jacket despite the warm weather, the man peered into Mary's stroller. "Oh, man, I know," Mary said, looking down at the infant sleeping in its stroller, then back at the stranger. "It's like, she can't do anything except sleep and eat and poop and vomit."

"Not all that useful," the man said.

"Not at all. She can't even clean up after herself. And have you seen what she eats?"

"No, what?"

"No taste whatsoever. Don't bother taking her to a restaurant, because all she'd want is some mashed-up vegetables. It's freaking ridiculous."

"What a freeloader," he said. "Can you send her back?"

Mary signed. "No, they have a no return policy. I even called."

"That's awful." A moment passed. "I could take her off your hands for your. Even pay you a bit."

"Really?"

"Oh, yeah. She's not useless to everyone. How's... a thousand sound?"

"You have the money on you?"

He nodded and reached out with a wad of cash. She reached to accept. Then, at the same moment, they slapped handcuffs on each other and said, "You're under arrest for—"

They looked at each other for a long second. "Shit."