One of the scruffy guys reached over and gave me a high five.

Janie and I walked out to the parking lot together, completely ignoring the scruffy guys.

As soon as small-group counseling was over, we made our Wii tennis excuses to the scruffy guys and headed out to the parking lot together.

"Uh-oh," one of the other scruffy guys said as he walked by us.

"Sorry." One of the scruffy guys stepped up beside me.

"Balls," one of the scruffy guys said, "you can never have enough of them."