In line behind me at the Smith's two old friends run into each other. They bump elbows like a couple of Bash Brothers and catch each other up on what they're doing and where they're living and provide updates on mutual friends. With no natural segue one says to the other "Tell me this isn't all there is. Tell me it gets better." The other replies "No, this is it."
Then a girl that looks like Snooki knocks every last Chapstick off the shelf. Tubes of balm roll everywhere!