This feels like the kind of anecdote I'd overhear my paint-covered neighbor Tom telling my dad when I was 10, and my dad would be making a racket over it, reall

This feels like the kind of anecdote I'd overhear my paint-covered neighbor Tom telling my dad when I was 10, and my dad would be making a racket over it, really bent over twice. I'd always be like, "what's so funny about that?" But you get older and you realize not many people tell _actually_ interesting stories, so I guess you do what you can to make them want to come around and tell more.