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If You’re Tired of Elevator Small-talk Like I am
3 surefire ways to get rid of them once and for all
I’ve got a love-hate relationship with elevators. I live in a country where skyscrapers are a norm — I have switched from a 58th-floor apartment to a 60th-floor one in the past, and currently reside in a “low” 11th floor apartment.
My workplace is on the 62nd floor of a building.
For obvious reasons, I need elevators to survive — and so I love them as much as I love my daily morning dump— I need them, they’re a big relief, and I’d have serious physical ailments if I didn’t have them.
But where there’s a dump, there’s a stench that you’re stuck with and can’t really help.
The equivalent of the elevator is the fact that there are other people you’re going to bump into, and they’re going to have the compulsive need of making small talk.
“Oh, hey! What’s up?”
The most meaningless two words (or two and a half?) that were overused in the English language are these. Is it an actual question or almost always a rhetorical one? Are you ever supposed to attempt to answer it?
If you do, are you making a fool of yourself by responding to someone who’s already turned their gaze away from you, or worse still, to…
