I went back to my drink and tried to get my appetite back.
"Was that an extee driving?"
"Yeah. Used to be a friend of mine."
"He's a picker?"
"Uh-huh." I turned back to my fries and tried to kill the subject.
"Do you know how he made his stake?"
"The chlorophyll thing, in Saudi Arabia."
"Sweet!" he said. "Very sweet. I've got a client who's got some secondary patents from that one. What's he go after?"
"Oh, pretty much everything," I said, resigning myself to discussing the topic after all. "But lately, the same as you — cowboys and Injuns."
He laughed and smacked his knee. "Well, what do you know? What could he possibly want with the stuff?"