I was pushing towards the washroom, rushing, when I saw a young mom with her son. He was looking up at her talking. Then he looked and saw me. He came to a dead stop. His finger went up, pointing directly at me. He called for his mother to look.
She looked down and saw him, thunderstruck, then saw me.
“Yes, honey, he’s different than you, she said, “He’s wearing a green shirt and you’re wearing a blue one.”
He looked at her with a “What The Fruit Loops Is Wrong With You” look on his face.
She, however, just continued on, him in tow.
