If Aliens Landed Tomorrow, We’d Get Along By Noon
There is a guy in my building who will not say good morning. I have tried everything. Eye contact. A nod. An actual "morning" said out loud like a normal person. Nothing works. He stares at the floor numbers like they owe him money. Six months of this. Same elevator, same time, same wall of silence, every single day. Last week I was standing next to him, both of us pretending the other one did not exist, and my brain did something strange. I thought: what if those doors opened right now and there was something standing in the lobby ...
