psychobabble

Have you ever been in an elevator, alone, with a whole bunch of strangers?

No one knows you, no one knows each other and there’s this awkward silence as the elevator climbs to your floor? It’s even worse when it’s not one of those fancy elevators with elevator music playing so that you can pretend that you’re listening intently to the song or composing an accompanying masterpiece in your head. In fact, in silent elevators, you usually can’t wait for the “ding” and the doors to open so that you can rush out of that tense and awkward space…

When you live on the 16th floor like I do, it’s really not out of the ordinary to bump into fellow-condo-tenants during the long climbs / descents in that capsule.

But today, I broke out of that ordinary humdrum and made conversation with my neighbour 4 floors down.

I’d like to think that put a smile not only on my face, but on hers too