I didn’t expect a close encounter with a neighbor, but that’s exactly what happened. As usual, I was minding my own business on my way back home. I hoped to be alone in the lift, but as usual, my prayers went unanswered. Someone jumped in just before the doors closed. I pulled out my smartphone, a handy tool for avoiding conversation. I live on the 8th floor and had already pressed the button. My co-passenger pressed the button for the 6th floor and also pulled out his smartphone. The lift began its slow ascent. It stopped after reaching the third floor. While I checked my messages, I assumed the lift had reached his floor. I heard a grunt and looked up to see that the lift had stopped between the third and fourth floors. He attacked the switch panel, pressing various buttons, but nothing happened. Then the lift lights went… Close encounter with a neighbor