What type of personality talks to strangers in an elevator? I take multiple elevator trips daily, and am always shocked when people talk to me. “Boy this weather! Of course I have to pick up my sister at the airport at 5 tonight, of all days!” I smile at the woman telling this to me before she jumps off on her floor.
One day a woman said, “Whew, what a day! My son was arrested last night, my husbands in the hospital and they just turned of my electricity because I was behind on the bills.”
“Well here we go, I’m hoping today my doctor tells me my tumor has shrunk with the chemo” A man told me prior to my stop.
I dislike these sudden bursts of intimacy. What am I to say to such revelations? Usually there’s time for 1 or 2 words before the stranger and I part ways eternally. “So sorry”, “Good luck” or “That’s rough.” What compulsive urge is in them that causes this eruption of personal information? Whatever it is, I lack it.