Elevator chit-chat
Today I rode down in the elevator of my building with a delivery guy who'd been bringing lunch to my neighbor. Looking into my stroller he asked, "Is that your baby?""Yes." "How old?" "Five months." "I have . . ." "You have a baby?" "Yes." "How old?" "Five" "Years?" "Yes." "Wow! Boy or girl?" "Boy." He had his head in his blackberry. A pause. And then he showed me: a photo of him holding his little boy on his knee, both smiling. "He looks like you," I said. "Yes." He beamed.
Six floors. Human connection. Hard to ask for more than that from an elevator ride.