The man in line at the garden center signaled for us to go ahead of him. I only had a can of environmentally friendly slug repellent. He, however, had his flat bed cart piled precariously high with boards and potting soil.
“Building a raised bed?” Rick asked the fellow.
“Keeping my wife happy,“ he responded.
“I’m three-times happy,” I bragged.
“Oh, this is her second one,“ the stranger replied.