My neighbor is a bit of a strange guy. But we both love our gardens, so we always have something to talk about. (Though I'm pretty sure he does some indoor gardening of dubious legality). He's normally awkwardly polite, but today he was extremely eager to talk to me. He rarely smiles because he is missing most of his upper teeth (no, really). Today he was all grins. Why?
Guy: I got some good news.
Me: What's up?
Guy: I got run over by a truck. Look at my leg.
Me: Eww. It looks like you got run over by a truck.
Guy: I'm fixin' to get paid!
