As I walked toward his meter I wondered if he would stop watering. Most people will shut off anything running water when they see the meter guy. I don't know if they're embarrassed that they got caught running water, or if they think I can't read the meter while it's moving. Either way, most people have this strange quirk.
He didn't stop. He was watering the grass alongside his driveway with one of those nozzles-with-a-container things you can use to spray liquid fertilizer or pesticides. I said good morning.
"That lady across the street," he replied, "asked me how I keep my grass so green. I put half a bottle of beer and some soap in this thing. That's how I do it."
"Soap?" I said.
"Yeah, you know, like liquid detergent. Don't take much."
"Ah," I replied, "I'll have to try that."
Of course, I thought as I walked away, I'm sure the fact that you water the living snot out of it every morning has nothing to do with it. It's all beer and soap.
And then it occurred to me that I should have asked him which beer he used. That might be important.
Probably Coors, I thought.