I wonder frequently about whether I should start talking to people I am riding the elevator with. I am not that outgoing friendly girl – in fact, I am quite shy. But I grew up in a small town and we were friends with our neighbours. We grew up together, we still keep in touch. So, these people are my neighbours, but we all spent our time reading the headlines on the TV they’ve conveniently installed in there for us.
While waiting for the elevator today while going to work, I was actually joined by someone who lives on my floor. We smiled, then stood awkwardly staring at the symbol above the elevator door willing it to come sooner. I pulled out my iPhone to see if I could absorb myself in something.
After a painful 90 seconds, we finally got an elevator and we both pushed P2. We were joined by several others as we journeyed down today, slowly picking up and dropping off as we made our way downstairs. After the last passenger got off, I raised my courage and said “This is the only drawback of living on the 41st floor”.
His gobsmacked expression led me to believe that breaking the silence did seem to violate some social more. He mumbled his agreement and when we hit the parking floor, he scurried quickly off before the crazy lady in the elevator could continue the benign conversation.
November 7th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: Don’t try to make friends in the elevator at 7 am. At least with that guy.