My new apartment is the fanciest place I’ve ever lived in. The next door neighbor owns two Mercedes, which he keeps in the basement parking lot. He spends most of the day in one of them, listening to the radio.
I tell my mom, “the people in my building might have lots of money, but they seem sad and lonely. The guy next door, owns an apartment three times the size of the one I rent, and he sits in his car all day.”
When I finally get to meet him I say, “hi, I’m your new neighbor,” to which he replies, “hi, I’m your neighbor’s chauffeur.”