Pup and I were out having breakfast one Saturday morning before starting our errands for the day. Two Q-tips (senior men in this case) were hanging by the grab-a-stuffed-animal game, waiting for I don't know what. Pup and I nearly choked on our scrambleds when we heard this exchange.
#1 How's it going?
#2 They're still hanging.
#1 That's all you can hope for.
The visual in my head will haunt me for years.