He's found the first floor of a house that he'll be sharing with his girlfriend.
"She gets hassled around here," he said. "Pimps and drug addicts, you know. This neighbourhood's okay for a guy, but you know ..."
I nodded, though I am aware of any number of women who say they love Parkdale.
Anyway, as he trailed off, he jerked his head, indicating I should look behind me. Knowing what glorious site it must be, I ignored him - I am (as you all by now know) as enamoured of the beauty of women as the next guy, but I have no interest in making them uncomfortable.
"Look," he said, louder with each repetition. "Look, look! Miniskirt."
Stubborn, I didn't turn until she was past. The skirt was indeed short, the legs long and shapely.
Buddy leans out the back of the truck. "Nice mini-skirt!" he shouted. "Nice legs!"
Did I point out the obvious? Did I suggest it wasn't only pimps and drug-dealers his girlfriend found discomfitting in this neighbourhood?
To my shame, I did not.
And bugger me for that.
All right, it's time for Finkleman's '45s.
Really, I'll leave you alone for a while.