going up

(Three people enter the elevator car - two men in their fifties and me. We all turn to face the doors of the elevator. Somehow, we're all headed to the 18th floor).

Man 1: (to Man 2, with whom he is a casual acquaintance) "How's life treating you?"

Man 2: (looks to confirm whether Man 1 is speaking to him, or to me)

Man 1: "I'm not talking to her - she's twelve and half! Life's treating her great!"

Me: "Kind of".

end.