He eyed a thirty-foot fir on the back corner of my property behind the garage. This is such a stupid tree, I don't even like to think about it. It was planted about six feet away from a maple, and now that they're mature, it grows right through the maple's canopy, doing nothing except occupying space that might otherwise make a nice shade garden. It's also dangerously close to a nexus of power lines. "That tree shouldn't be there. I'll take it down for $100. Please. I really need the work."
I could see how this could be a dangerous bargain. I should be thinking of liability issues; he should be thinking of being fried by a power line, impalement, or a thirty-foot fall. Instead, I found myself saying "Deal. When?"
"Now. It will be gone in a few hours. I'll stack the branches on the side of the street."