The elevator door was closing and a man's friendly voice called to me, "Hurry! I'm holding it for you." I maneuvered my shopping cart in with his help and he commented on all my stuff. "Are you just moving in?" he wondered. "I haven't seen you before." He sounded sorry. I told him I've been here eight years. "How come we haven't met?" he asked.
He looked like Will on The Good Wife, with kind of a flirtatious air about him. I felt like Julianna Margulies. "Which floor?" he said.
I told him and he pressed the button for me. Some guy he knew got on and he said hello. Then he indicated me and said, "She's been here for eight years and we've never met. Can you believe that?"
When the door opened for me, he wiggled my cart out and smiled. And then he said something I wasn't ready for. "It was so nice to meet you, Ma'am."
Suddenly I remembered I'm not the girl I think I am.