The neighbors I have now are no doubt the
friendliest, most interesting and, well, neighborly street-mates I’ve
ever encountered. So why do I sometimes find myself avoiding them, or
any potential friends for that matter? The concept of neighborhood
etiquette (and previously, dorm life) is totally lost on me.
The elevator wasn’t moving. I looked at the digital sign
in it. It kept flashing ‘7,’ then ‘G’ over and over again. I pressed ‘7’
again. Again, the elevator didn’t move. Stuck. I finally figured out I was stuck.