I just stood in an elevator with a guy who works in my building. It's a small building, so this was the first time I had shared this space with someone else. It's one thing to be in a big crowded elevator with lots of people avoiding eye contact. But when it's just two people, there's a much higher degree of weirdness in the air. Especially when you're traveling one floor and there's not even time for tension relieving chit-chat. So, we both studied the slow progress of our one floor journey with the concentration of Superman using his X-ray vision.

Look at our shoes. Look up at the floor monitor (is that what it's called?). Check on floor again. Look up again.

All out of fear of seeing the soul the person I share elevator space with...

Just for today, I can examine my fear.