A strange encounter
He was holding the laundry door open (which is kind of strange since that room is supposed to be locked after 22.00 (at least this is what they tell us!!) and he wouldn't let it go.
Now, I have never seen this guy before but there was another person with him, an older man (that I did recognize as a tenant who was trying to calm the other guy. (He was speaking to him in French so I could not really understand what he was telling him. By the wat, I really do not like this guy, because he has the bad habit to smoke in the lift and whenever I get in, I cannot breathe)
The other guy was still very upset, not talking at all, just looking and acting scared to death. (There was certainly something wrong with him.) Anyway, the lift came and then my problems begun.
When the door opened and I got in, the frightened guy rushed to the lift and stood exactly at the entrance of the chamber. Well, you can imagine that the doors would not close, so what I firstly did was to ask him either to get in or to step out.
Yes, very clever of me trying to establish a conversation with a mentally imbalanced person. He heard me, but I am not sure he understood me. He was just looking at me really scared and panting and did not make any move. Although, this could be a very scary moment, I was not actually afraid. On the contrary, I started feeling bad for this person. Who know what was wrong with him? The other guy tried to talk him out of the lift (I also asked him to do so) but with no success. He even tried to pull him out, but he just wouldn't move. I could push him myself but how the hell could I tell what would his reactions be?
I live at the 14th floor and the thought of walking up to my apartment is not very appealing. I thought I could get the other lift (the building has two lifts) but first I had to get out of the one was in. Well, that was not easy with that guy standing at the entrance and keeping the doors from closing. It is not like he wanted to keep me in, but he wouldn't move because I guess he didn't want the doors to close.
Anyway, I managed to get out, called the other lift, and when the doors opened, that guy actually tried to get to the lift where I was but the other man stopped him!! As the doors closed I was thinking what the hell was that about, and should I report it or not. I guess I should, but it is not like that I ever felt threatened during this event; If there was somebody scared for some reason, that was the person that held the door of the lift open.
On the other hand, I am not sure what is the relation between the smoker tenant and that person. Did he know him? I really do not think this is the ordinary person out there that walks among other people. I mean, we are talking about a man that saw his own reflection in the mirror (there is a mirror on the wall across the lifts) and literally got scared of it. Besides, it is very difficult for a non-tenant to get into the building because the door closes very quickly and the last three days the key panel in the entrance does not work, so the door has to be opened manually. Somebody is responsible for this and tomorrow I will talk to the lady in the office. (I have to pay my rent anyway).
And I thought that the only weird person that lived in this building is that middle-aged lady that whenever she sees somebody asks them stupid questions. The most recent event was 5 days ago: As I got the lift down at 8.00 am, that lady got in and she asked me and the other guy that was in the lift "How was your day?" to which I replied "Well, it just started"(that made the other guy start laughing.) O.K., maybe this is not so weird but what is weird is that this lady had asked me over than 10 times (in different occasions) if I have a cigarette (to which 10 times I replied I do not smoke, (loss of short-term memory?)) and also has the habit of staying at the lobby with her night dress and slippers really late at night (11.00-12.30), even during winter when it is a bit cold downstairs.
Maybe, I should start thinking of moving....
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