Lenny answered the door to an previous lady. “May I pick some of your lemons?”
“Sure,” he stated, and she or he smiled. Later, Lenny’s son, Evan, known as him to his bed room window.
Beneath the lemon tree, the lady was holding a swollen rubbish bag whereas, above her, an previous man descended a ladder. The tree was nearly stripped. Lenny banged on the glass: “Oi!”
By the time he acquired exterior, the pair had scarpered. Sourness overwhelmed him till he realised they’d left behind a slightly fantastic ladder. Better but, he’d additionally gained a humorous anecdote he’d juice for years to return.