Another lift story, slightly shorter than the last one.
I'm already in the lift with J at the local department store. He is alert and looking around. A mother steps in with her little girl in a pushchair.
She looks at me and then looks down at J looking up at her. There is no preamble.
Lift Mother: He looks just like you doesn't he?
Pause
Me: Do you know that's the first thing anyone says?
The rest of the lift's rise continues in silence. The doors open. Exit me, quickly.
It's not that I don't mind the comment, but when it's the only thing that gets said...
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