tindra

I sit on the balcony of my apartment, feeling the rain hit my face. An Asian gentleman who appears to be not a day older than 120 comes strolling out from behind a shrubbery. Armed with a tape measure and a golf umbrella he begins to take measurements of the shrub. Height. Width. Depth. Apparently satisfied, he moves onto the next one. This goes on for the next twenty minutes or so. Once all of the foliage is properly measured he disappears into the building.

There are a few things in this scenario that I don't quite understand.

1. Is there a law in Vancouver dictating how large shrubs can be?

2. How on earth did he remember all of the measurements without writing them down?

3. Have I lived in Vancouver so long that I'm no longer surprised by this sort of behavior?