Living in my street, I tend to notice who does what, and the neighbours and the gossip factory are well established.
One of the people in our street, a young lad, has been working for a real estate company. He’s got a flash new car.
He lives at home, with mum and dad, we all know that. Dad is a doctor (GP). The whole street knows that.
The young lad is a fit fellow. We all see him.
What disturbs me, is that I see his flash new car parked in Tuggeranong in a disabled car park every day only a few metres from the real estate agents office front door.
This raises several questions, of which I am disturbed, but of course do not know the truth :
– Does the son have a genuine disability (not that I, or the gossiping neighbours in our street have ever, ever noticed)?
– Has dad, in his capacity of a GP rorted the system and gotten a disabled sticker for the son, such that he can avoid paying for parking like the rest of us do?
Nobody in our street likes the family. Their house is a brothel, it is literally a pigsty. Old broken car park, unkempt lawns, sheets for curtains. Yes, this is the house of a family GP and family. To see it, you’d say ‘Oh my gawd’. So from that I reckon the father, the GP, really couldn’t give a sh-ite and thus a dodgy disabled sticker wouldn’t even worry him at all.
So, what would you do?
Confront the kid?
Confront the dad?
UPDATED: Vic Bitterman has admitted that he jumped the shark in this case with the following statement made in the comments:
- I have just spoken with [Name supressed] on the phone. I was out of line and I apologised. I will make amends. My learning point, as I said before, is to mind my own business and not jump to conclusions.