Igbanam Eneyo

A woman in my building, Elena, lives on the sixth floor. Last month she got into the lift with a man carrying the same supermarket tote bag as hers. They exchanged one polite nod, and he got out on the fourth floor. At home, she unpacked her shopping and found twelve pot noodles, a bag of marshmallows and a single lemon. She stood in her kitchen for a full minute. She'd bought avocados, a good olive oil and a very expensive jar of saffron she'd been saving for a risotto. She wrote a sticky note: "I think we swapped bags in the lift. Mine had saffron. Please return." She stuck it to the lift button and went to bed annoyed. The next morning the note was back, with a reply written under hers...