No me but my dad's neighbor -
Every year he and my dad would have this little contest to see who would get the first red tomato in their gardens. My dad saw that he was losing the race so he'd go over to the guys garden in the evening and pick the ones the neighbor had that were beginning to change. He let them rippen 'off the vine' and then offered then to the neighbor as being extras from our garden. Seems simple and a bit dorky but it was and remains a hoot to me. Guess maybe ya gotta be a country boy to get it.
