Me: Did your apartment suffer any structural damage from the earthquake?
George: Yeah, the third floor is cracked.
Me: Geez! What floor do you live on?
George: The third floor.
Me: I’m so sorry, George. Does that mean you guys have to relocate?
George: Yeah, we’ll have to deal with it when we get home. Actually, we already found a place.
Me: Really? Where?
George: The Ronald McDonald House.