That is what a first-floor neighbor called out to me this afternoon while I was rearranging my balcony furniture. I told him that no, indeed I do not eat tomatoes. He replied that his sister grows tomatoes and gave him a bunch. They’re hanging right inside [points to his sliding glass door] on his kitchen chair, if I know of anyone who would want some tomatoes.
So, if you would like some free tomatoes, I suppose all you have to do is walk in and take them off this man’s kitchen chair. But you had better hurry. He appears to be peddling his tomatoes from patio to patio while walking his dog.