So, I get home last night and get in the elevator with one of my floor neighbors.
This is one of the few neighbors I see with any frequency and have chatted with for any length of time.
She’s probably in her 50’s but looks much younger. Thin, very pretty and well-preserved… as only money can buy.
I mostly see her walking her two dogs, and last night was no exception.
She wrangles the dogs into the elevator and pushes the 3rd floor button (but she lives on my floor??). I figure it was an accident so I reach over and hit 5.
Her: Oh sorry, I forgot. I don’t live on 5 anymore.
Me: You moved?
Her: Yeah, we got a divorce. 35 years we’re together and he suddenly goes and finds someone else.
Me (horrified): Oh, I’m so sorry to hear this…
Her: Yeah, well… A nice young man bought our place so that’s good. And now I rent on the 3rd floor.
Me: Well… I’m glad you are still in the building
Her: Me too. I loved living here and really didn’t want to leave.
Me: Um… You have a good night.
Her (mirthless laugh): Yeah.