(For the record, this has happened to me twice. I emphasize this because I thought I imagined it the first time, but the fact that this happened again reaffirmed that it really did.)
There's a family that lives in another apartment on my floor: two middle-aged parents and a 20-something daughter. Every so often, we happen to leave for our respective jobs at the same time in the morning and end up taking the elevator together.
Twice, the situation played out exactly like this:
We get into the elevator. The father says something in a foreign language to his wife and daughter. They both turn, look at me, and laugh. Then the mother says something, again in the same language that I cannot understand, while she eyes me up and down. The other two then look at me again.
This continues for 17 very long flights on our downward descent. The family continues chatting the whole time, looking at me far too regularly and smiling at me in a way that is much more mocking than friendly. They make no attempt to hide the fact that THEY ARE SO CLEARLY TALKING ABOUT ME IN FRONT OF MY FACE.
I figure that I have a few options:
a) ignore them and pretend it's not happening
b) make rude faces at them (always a universal language)
c) learn whatever language they're speaking so I can join in on their conversation and revel in the look of shock on their faces
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