I get into the elevator with my headphones on, reading an email on my phone. An older man gets into the elevator with me. After a few seconds riding in silence…
Man: “So, I hear you like sauvignon blanc?”
Me (pulling out my headphones): “I’m sorry, what was that?”
Man: “You like sauvignon blanc. Especially from New Zealand.”
Me (nervously laughing): “That is correct…”
Man: “David [who I assume is another neighbor] spoke with your husband-to-be. Nice guy! Eric, right?
Me: “That’s right…”
Man: “And you’re getting married this summer, congratulations!”
Me: “Thank you so much! We’re pretty excited.”
Man: “But yeah, you two should join us for our wine parties. David and I are both big collectors.”
Me: “Yes, that would be lovely! We’re great at drinking wine!”
Man (as we reach lobby): “Ok great, so now we know each other. We don’t have to be silent on our phones in the elevator and hallways. We can have a conversation when we see each other. Isn’t that nice?”
Me (laughing): “You know what? It really is nice!”
This is literally my worst nightmare.