“‘My name is Seth,’ he said. ‘I’m a neighbor, and I see you walking your big brown dog, and sometimes a cat is with you.’ All true. He had established his bona fides. ‘My mother just died, and she loved cooking green tomatoes.’ He nodded toward my small tomato garden. ‘Could I take a tomato, in her honor?'” Gene Weingarten in WaPo: A neighbor asked for a tomato. This is where the story gets weird. (Come for the tomatoes, stay for the kicker…)