I am posted up outside the station with my back against the wall.  An old dude walking by suddenly stops in front of me. He doesnt turn his body to face me, he only turns his head.
Old Man: “grr grrr grr skdfs;j grr”

It is hot. I am in a shitty mood. I look at the dude and dont even answer him with words.
I give him the international facial expression for WTF!!??.

He clears his throat and speaks again. This time I can actually understand what he says. In Japanese he says.

Old Man: “You live at Complex X , Building No X right”

I looked at him again. Nup, an unfamilair face, never seen him before ever. I was worried for a second. Is he another undercover cop?
I looked a little closer. Nup, noway. Unless they are sending pensioners who can barely speak or walk into the streets to gather intelligence.

It is one thing when people you meet in the elevator that live in your building call out the floor you live at (Elevator Mind Tricks).
But when an old random dude who might not even live in my complex is calling that shit out all the way at the station it is slightly worrying.
With a slightly worried expression I turned and replied:
Prometheus: “Yes…”

He looked at me for 1 second, turned, and just walked off…
A few days later I get in to the lift. Some old dude gets in a few floors down.
He turns and looks at me angrily. I just ignore him. He tilts his head back, makes a disgusting flem sound and spits on the floor.
Why? Why would you spit in the lift that you have to stand in? Does it even make any sense???

Not only was the act disgusting, the sound he made as he cleared his throat made me wanna slit my own throat.

Remember the video I made of me playing slots in Hong Kong? That machine I was playing was hot. I was winning sick money. Then all of a sudden some fag comes and sits next to me and does some sick flem into the ashtray. Then starts hitting the machine violently screaming like an Afghan rebel. I had to cashout and leave the lucky machine to avoiding catching SARS or swine flu…
 
Whats with people in Asian countries spitting and making revolting sounds?

Anyway back to the elevator.

He spits on the floor. Turns to me, but this time he smiles. He had no teeth…

I dunno man. Next time somebody does that, I might just pull pants down and take a shit next to them -_-

 

I live on the 8^th floor. Got a pretty nice view of Shinjuku at night time. All those red flashing lights. I can’t wait until it gets a bit warmer. I will buy a few chairs and sit out on my balcony using my laptop.

 

I have two elevators at the entrance of my building. They are normally quite busy. It seems like the elevator software normally keeps one at the ground floor and one on the higher floors. The people in my estate are not too kind with the lift in my short experience. It seems like as soon as they get half way into it they have already pressed the button to close the door.

 

I guess it is not that big of a deal. But it sucks when you are literally 5 foot steps behind someone, but by the time you get to the lift the person and the elevator are already long gone. I don’t know, but it would be nice to like just take a quick peek left and right before u hop in and check if anybody is around before blasting off to the 10^th floor.

 

Once in a while I will see someone getting into the elevator and sprint to it and press the button just before the door has fully closed. The shocked look on their face as they see the shutting doors go in reverse and little old me walking in with a smirk on my face is so awesome.

 

But, apart from the no waiting for people policy I have had quite a few interesting encounters in elevators in my building.

 

I already spoke of the one where the old dude asked me if I was the “Guy” who lives on the 8^th floor.

 

The day I moved in, I was moving my stuff up in the elevator and some old dude was in it with me. I remember our conversation was something like:

 

Old Man: Hi.

Me: Hi.

Old Man: Are you married?

Me: …um no…

Old Man: Have you been in Japan long?

Me: umm.. not so long.

Old Man: How much is your rent?

Me: (what the!!??)

 

This was literally the first time I ever rode the elevator.

 

There was another time when I woke up at 5am and was going to the shop to buy breakfast because I had no food in my house. I got in the elevator and the person in the house next to me got in as well.

 

Person: Good morning

Me: Morning

Person: Do you always wake up this early?

Me: umm. Yeah

Person: Are you on your way to work.

Me: No I am going to the 100 yen shop…

Person: Me too.

 

We both got out of the elevator and the person just walked off without saying anything. It was pretty funny because after asking me a million and one questions we both walked to the same shop about 1-2 steps away from each other with the person acting like they didn’t know me…

 

On Saturday night I dropped my chick to the station, bought some spaghetti and was about to cook it. I realized I had no onions so I decided to run to the shop. I got in the elevator but heard footsteps so I decided to wait a few seconds. Someone came and we both rode.

 

Old Lady: You are from India, right?

Me: (WHAT THE!!??) No.. I am from the UK… And I am black..

Old Lady: There are a lot of Indians aren’t there?

Me: (huh??!? What does that even mean) um…!??..

 

There is an Indian family next door to me so maybe she was getting confused or something. I don’t what she meant by there are a lot of Indians. Was she talking about our building? The country? I haven’t the foggiest…