When I was 4, my best friend had arrived from S. Africa. I remember hearing about her live in maids and gardner’s from her parents and thought, “wow, they’re rich.”
Well, South Africa has come to Suburbia, USA. That’s right, my Where’s Waldo Worker also lives with us. Correction: he lives in his car on our driveway.
Daily I see him, whether I’m blankly staring out my kitchen window, in my bathroom, in the garage, or going out to get the mail (at any hour).
So, I’d say, we’re rich. Who else could afford a 24 hour a day/7 day a week?
That, or we’re housing a homeless man who passes himself off as the gardener.