For those of you keeping track, first there was this incident, and then this one. Today was the third abuse.
While at the carwash, the Boy in tow, I approached the cashier to pay for the auto-cleansing. She bantered with the Boy: "Are you excited for Christmas? Are you getting lots of toys?" She then turned to me, "Is he your grandson?"
"No," I said, and left it at that.
And this woman was my age, with, as she told the Boy, two kids of her own, aged 9 & 11.
Helpful hint: If you're going to ask the question, err on the flattering side - "Is that your son? No?! Why you're too young to have a grandson."
I'm losing my sense of humor, people.
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