How to so so so easily annoy me (Part II) or reasons why my kid will never own shoes with wheels

Let me set the mood: mid-town, sirens, summer, humid as hell, lunch-time crowds PLUS all out full-blown tourist season, students asking "do you have a minute to support gay rights, mother earth, Children of the Sudan" three lines spewing out the door for Jamba Juice, Chipolte and Cosi all converging on the corner of the shopping mecca of the universe:

Enter a girl age 7, possibly younger. Now que her to run directly into me.
She was wearing those dumb shoes that double as roller skates, shoes that should be illegal in mid-town. She was also playing hand-held Nintendo AND listening to an iPod! Talk about sensory overload. She of course didn't apologize and looked at me like it was I that was not paying attention while rolling down the sidewalk on shoes that have wheels, shoes that just shouldn't exist in the first place; like it was I that was playing Nintendo! in midtown! at lunch-hour! and it was I that, like, couldn't hear me say excuse me (because correct me if I'm wrong but like, shouldn't it have been you saying excuse me; I don't care if you are 7 girl, you just ran into me and you are lucky I chose Jamba Juice over soup today becasue otherwise you would be wearing my Cracked Corn Chowder instead of that dumb New York City Princess t-shirt ) where is your mother and where are your manners?