I hate finding myself in a lift with a stranger, while you rise or descend in silence, trying to avoid eye contact, in what always seems to be a never-ending journey.
 
So today, on my long trip down from the 12th floor, when I found I had company in the lift, I decided to make a bit of small talk. The chit chat went like this:

Me: "Do you live here?" (I know, inspired question!)

Stranger: "Yes..... Were you here to see a psychologist?"

Me: "Uhhmm nooooo... I live here too."

I was a bit worried that my outward appearance should provoke such a question, when I remembered that loads of psychologists live in my new apartment block, and we are in fact in "Villa Freud"... Freud Town!

Still, I might just opt for stony silence in the lift from now on.