Chris had hockey the other night... his last game of the season. He was up for Highest Points in the League. And he was playing the team with the other guys who were closest to catching up. But he had a good lead, and all they had to do was keep the top guys from getting lots of points as individuals.
They did manage to do that... but just barely. And they lost terribly. So Chris was feeling a bit dejected, but okay. He finished telling me about the game, then went to take a shower. Upon exiting the shower, we had the following conversation:
Me: Feeling better
Chris: Somewhat. I'm cleaner at least.
Me: True. And you know what they say. Cleanliness is next to...
In Unison (because I have lived with this man long enough to know...): Me.