It was a hot summer evening in Bangalore when I decided to walk the 5km from my office to my residence. On reaching there I was a tad lazy (ok, I am always lazy) to use the stairs to reach our 8th floor apartment and decided to use the lift. At the entrance, there stood an old couple whom I had never seen before. Most likely in their late 60's to early 70's it seemed as if they had just enjoyed a tiring walk around the building and wanted a ride up to their floor in the lift.
When the lift door opened at the ground floor I got on the lift after the couple, lost in my own thoughts, almost oblivious to their presence. I reached out across the old to press the "8" button and subconciously noticed that the "1" button was also glowing. The lift door then slowly closed and there ensued that tension when strangers are stuck together in a lift for what always seems like eternity.
When the indicator in the lift showed "1" the old man made a quick a gesture to his wife to stand near the door and the moment the door opened he gently pushed her out. Before exiting the lift himself, he did the strangest thing.. he wished me "Thank You" before walking out. Now he had my attention...
On reaching home I asked my roomates what might have been his motivation in thanking me and I got a myraid of answers
"I watch too many movies" Mr.Pooka: Maybe he had a fight with his wife and thanked you for stopping it :P
Cynical Selva: Maybe he is actually senile and mistook you for a lift operator?
Socailly Concious Me: Maybe he is afraid of modern youth and thanked me for not mugging him or groping his wife. Or maybe he just thanked me for being able to simply tolerating their presence.....
Maybe I'll never understand old people..