The computer screen in the elevator provides a varied menu of hypnotizing tidbits, including news, currency exchange rates, weather, ads and—my favourite—Word of the Day. However, human (or in my building, frequently canine) interaction is more fun and unpredictable than fixating on the electronic screen.
This morning, for instance, when I got on the elevator I couldn’t help but notice I was joining a very cuddly young couple, and I was immediately assaulted by an atmosphere of exotic perfume. Continuing their conversation (or perhaps noticing my cloth shopping bags), the young woman murmured to her companion, “We have to get groceries—that is, wine.”
I thought about interjecting, “You could always pick up some bread and water, too,” but refrained and just smiled at the couple. They giggled in response as they left the elevator at lobby level, leaving me alone in the perfume cloud to descend to the car park.
I had a less positive experience a couple of weeks ago. It was about 9:30 on a gloriously sunny morning following days of rain. I had just walked back from my gym, enjoying the sun and invigorating fresh air. This time, my companions on the elevator were two girls who looked to be in their late teens. They were fashionably dressed and kept their dark sunglasses on in the elevator. One of them complained to her friend, “I know I look awful in these sunglasses.”
Feeling friendly, I remarked, “At least you have a reason to use them today!”
In response, she groaned and said, “Oh, I can’t stand the sun.” However, she did give me the courtesy of saying, “Good night,” as I left the elevator.
I guess it had been a long night—just now ending—for those two. I felt frankly sorry for them, unable to appreciate the lovely morning. I couldn’t help but thinking they were like an alien species to me.
Just wait till I start writing about our fire alarms. That’s when we get to do stair workouts.