“Wait!” Arthur yells as the elevator doors close. You put you arm through the doors to keep it open. “Thanks.” he rushes beside you, smiling at you.

Arthur was you neighbor. Despite him keeping your and your kids up at night with his periodically uncontrollable laughter, you didn’t hate him.

He was actually good with your kids when he saw them. You appreciated him for keeping them entertained while you were busy.

“Need help with that?” he offers, pointing to your groceries.