I’m moving my stuff from the washer to the dryer. A girl I’ve never seen before walks in with a laundry basket.
Her: Hi. Finished with the washer?
Me: Yes. All yours.
Me: I’m Reuben, how are you.
Her: Lisa. Hi.
Me: Are you a new arrival to our fine apartment building? This is our first laundry encounter.
Her: I moved here not long ago. I live with my boyfriend Tom.
Me: Great, welcome. I also live my boyfriend, who’s also named Tom!
Her: [Smiling, finally] Oh. Um, I don’t really have a boyfriend, I thought you were hitting on me.
Me: [As I walk out with my clothes] I don’t really have a boyfriend either, and I was hitting on you.