Worse things happen at sea.

Tempted fate yesterday with yet another climbing session, but it worked out well. During the course of my errand hiking, I stopped at a plumbing supply place to get some stuff; the fellow behind the counter was sounding stressed, as several of his coworkers evidently had gone to lunch and customers on their lunch hours were streaming in. He did maintain a sort of humor, as when someone mentioned some woe, and he remarked,"Worse things happen at sea." Odd bit that, but it's going into the file in my head which holds other such gems as,"What's time to a hog?", used by an old friend's wonderful grandmama.