Onwards and Upwards

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...

Elevation

J and me are waiting for a lift to take us from the platform at the local railway station. A mother approaches at speed with her little girl in her pushchair, stopping just short of us.

Speedy Mum: Wheeeee!

The little girl laughs

Me: I see you do that too.
Speedy Mum: It'a a time filler. Got to keep them amused somehow.
Me: True. 

The lift door opens 

Speedy Mum: Look Lottie, a lift. (to me) She loves lifts.
Me: He's quite partial to them too.
Speedy Mum: It's funny that, isn't it?
Me: For him it's often a double whammy. He likes the movement and, when there is one, looking in the mirror.
Speedy Mum: Great! How old is he?
Me: Seven months.
Speedy Mum: Wow!
Me: (to baby) And hello Lottie - how old are you?
Speedy Mum: Six months.
Me: Aw.

Pause as the lift doors open and we step out

Me: Just a thought, but if she likes lifts, you should try the ones at Tate Britain - they're really tall. Massive doors too. She's sure to like it.
Speedy Mum: Oh - that's a good place to go. She'll like that. Byeeee!

Lottie and her mother scoot away.