I ran into, but regrettably not over, Grumpy out on the street. He was looking very pleased with himself. Turns out he's got a date on Thursday night. The young lady is an award-winner in her chosen field.
"Trading up!" he said to me as we parted ways.
Then he yelled out my name and trotted over to where I was. "Sorry, I didn't mean trading up from you; I was talking about me."
"Don't worry. That was exactly what I'd assumed."