I spoke to one of my neighbors this morning. Or rather, I said a bunch of words and I think he managed to understand a couple of them.
Me: "I like your new metal roof."
Him: "It’s a poor man’s roof.”
Me: "I bet it sounds nice in the rain."
Him: "It’s got a 35 year warranty. I’m 98 years old."
Me: "And an optimist!"
