Imagine a collection of adults who live under the roof in a kind of rotating schedule; two women and one man seem to be the core group, but at least two other guys seem to swap on and out of the place. (One of them seems to have made it his mission in life to park in our spot every chance he gets.)
There’s at least a couple of kids in the mix, as well; they get dropped off and picked up by a taxi at irregular intervals.
They have two cars…
Now, repairing a car is not exactly a cheap proposition. This, I get. However, I figure at least one of those cars could be repaired to decent working order — if not replaced entirely (K-car, remember) — for less than the price of the massive flatscreen that dominates their front window, which they purchased upon moving in (I know: I heard one of the women boasting about it to the kids).
And if you add in what it must cost to smoke as much marijuana as they do…well, you get the idea, good reader.
And I’m paying for this all. And you are too, if you happen to be a Canadian taxpayer.
