i spy... on my neighbors

both my downstairs and next-door neighbors take the j train to and from the financial district.  (just like me!)

i just pretend i don't see them to avoid awkward conversation. 

mostly, i'm embarrassed that i've forgotten next-door neighbor's name.  it's also embarrassing that my kitchen window faces their living room and laundry room windows.  (i can see that next-door neighbor has good book and wine taste.)  last night, next-door neighbor's wife was ironing shirts while i was trying to flatten out pizza dough.  we avoided eye contact.  what if i had smiled and waved instead? 

maybe i'll say hi next time i see them.