My drunk neighbor

There is this old man that does odd cleaning jobs and what not for the store next to my house. Usually when I come home for lunch he is sitting along the front of my fence drinking a beer out of a bag. He always tries to ask if it is OK or if he should leave and since I'm always leaving when I see him I tell him to ask Carmen, my downstairs neighbor. (I technically live in a duplex - it's an old 1920's house that has been converted. The upstairs where I live has been split into its own apartment.)

Anyhow, he has apparently taken notice that every day lately I seem to come home driving a different car. Originally, it was my normal crappy car. Next, my friends older Ford Escort. Today a brand new (ugly) Ford Taurus. He yelled at me when he was walking across the street that I was 'coming up in the world more and more everday'. Totally cracked me up. I wonder what he will say when I show back up in my normal car which I was just told is now fixed and ready to be picked up.