He was carrying a case of Bud.
He pointed to a gorgeous pine. It shields my yard from the busy street beyond.
"It makes a mess on my son's car."
He kept looking at my chest. I guess he was trying to figure out the picture of the water-skier. Water-skier, wave: could be a puzzle.
"I love trees. I love that tree. OK. Well. I have a big garden. Would you like some lettuce?"
He thumped his belly. "Hell yes! We're all on a diet!"
He stuck out his hand again. "What did you say your name is?"