Thursday, October 01, 2009
I live in a building that consumes an entire city block. I have 999 neighbors. Really. Yet, the only one I know is the woman at the end of my hall who is quite friendly despite her terribly annoying, incessantly barking dog. We've spoken twice. The rest of the people on my floor are known by appointed aliases; Willy Wonka ("no one ever goes in, no one ever comes out."), The Biggest Loser (all of his meals are delivered daily by one of those weight loss companies... we're totally (secretly) rooting for him!) and The Filthy Dirties (they receive daily dry cleaning deliveries).
I suppose it would be nice to be friendly with the people in my building. Clearly not nice enough for me to strike up a conversation with a stranger in the elevator and invite them for dinner, but still nice, I guess. Maybe I will start chatting up my neighbors and see where it gets me. I will keep you posted.
Are there still places in this world where people know their neighbors?