This afternoon I'm waiting for my elevator and a neighbor from down the hall walks up with a friend of his. They nod at me without smiling as we stand and wait for the elevator.

I occasionally talk to this neighbor in passing. Him and his friend are both about a year older than me and they both have bags of golf clubs over their shoulders. I won't tell my neighbor's name here, but he shares a name with a Flintstones character. And not a normal one, like Fred or Barney.

Guy: So dude, what's new?
Flintstone Name: I'm thinking about going back to school and getting my MBA.
Guy: Yeah, totally. Me too.

People like this depress me.