After a somewhat grueling 2 and a half hour ordeal of going over an assessment with some people who were none to happy to take my take on them, I finally got a glimmer of hope when the man replied, "Well, you're kindda growing on me."
To which I probably responded with a less than therapeutic reply by quipping, "Growing...kindda like a fungus, huh?"
Both laughed...tension somewhat relieved until the woman started complaining about something else and crying.
Oh well, just another day in fungusland =)
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