Whenever he would see me, he'd yell "Yo green thum!" One day he gave me a book on houseplants after I helped him solve a problem with an english ivy cutting. Last spring, he stopped to ask how the gardening was going. A few small words between us. Then, as he strode on down the block, he stopped and turned.
"Yo green thum, can I ask you somethin?"
Uh, yeah.
"Do you love what you do?"
Yeah.
"You can tell, green thum. You can tell."
Robert is an alcoholic, fake amputee, panhandler, with mental and/or emotional problems. Yet, I'm going to give him a pass for that one comment.
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