When I came home this afternoon, I entered the elevator in my building to return to my 5th floor apartment. There was a man on the elevator, and he had already pressed 6, the number for our floor (I'll explain that in another blog post). When the door closed, he struck up a conversation:
He: You're thinner.
Me: Excuse me? (said while stifling "who are you and why are making such a comment?")
He: You're thinner. You used to be a lot fatter.
Me: Thank you, but I don't feel like I'm thinner.
He: Are you exercising everyday?
Me: Well, actually, I am.
Mercifully, at that point the elevator stopped and we got off, and exchanged good-byes.
Just another conversation from the twilight zone!