I've referred to this anomaly numerous times and it's still puzzling me why a group of neighbours would pay an obese moron thousands of pesos a month to sleep in a wooden hut on the corner of where they live and expect nothing in return.
I've rebuked him for using a whistle whilst directing traffic (people like him are obsessed with traffic), lighting BBQs on the side of the road, wobbling thunderously down the street in nothing but Jamaica style boxer shorts (tent size xxxxl) and the inability to utter two syllables without breaking the sound barrier.
Last night at about 1130 pm, as I was closing my eyes to sleep, I could hear a TV outside and also kids chattering. It went on and on, so I leapt out of bed indignantly, dragged on my jeans and strolled over to the hut which is no more than 15 metres away from our front door.
"What's the matter?" said fat man.
"*&^%%$£&%$£-"... said I and then peeked through the scratched Plexiglas, makeshift window of the hovel only to spot a ten year old boy watching a TV and reclining on a a mattress that clearly had been dumped and found somewhere else.
"So you live here now, I suppose?" I asked, forcefully and not without a little jaw clenching.
"My wife is drunk and has disappeared..."
... and so it went on.
"I couldn't leave him in the house by himself..." etc etc.
Next week I'm planning on putting this sign outside out house.