I was climbing at Ragged Mountain in CT when we stopped on a ledge above a near-vert slab. Two guys were climbing the route next to me, and one had topped out and couldn't find a good anchor, so tied of horizontally by a cordellette to a small boulder about ten feet away. When his buddy was half way through the climb, he yelled down:
"Oh, and by the way, climb this like its a free-solo. My anchor is shit."