Awkward

You know when you get into the elevator, and you see the button to your floor already pushed, so you look in the elevator to see who else lives on your floor but there's a few other people in the elevator and you don't know who could possibly live next door to you?

That's always a pretty awkward moment, right? Well, it's not entirely as awkward as when you feel the need to strike up a conversation with that person. I live on the top floor, so every time this happens, there is going to be a moment when it's just us in the elevator, so a conversation pretty much always takes place. Today it happened with my RA, who I'm pretty sure knows I live on her floor but doesn't know my name, which is appropriate because that's really all I know about her as well.

She said she thinks she is getting sick. I am still sick, although getting better, I think. The third person on the elevator gets off on the third floor, so we've got some time until we reach the top floor. She asks how things are, and I say fine. She asks if I'm sick, and I say yes, which leads into the she thinks she's getting sick conversation.

She says tomorrow she is going to have to pick up some medicine so she can stop it before it gets bad. I say I've got some cold medicine, well, Tylenol, if she wants. I do occasionally make attempts to be friendly, and this is one of them.

She says, "No thanks, I can't swallow."

I chuckle in my mind because I'm a child, and say, "Alright."

And as the "t" is coming (pun!) out of my mouth, she says, "pills."

I thought I left enough of a break for her to finish the sentence, but apparently not. She probably realized what she had said, and needed to clarify, or just complete her thought, I suppose.

Either way, awkward.