You can't buy me, Love!

Once upon a time, a man named Jack decided to buy a new house.

Big isn't it?

Being the Co-president of a corporation, he was tired of living in an "established" neighborhood with big trees and plenty of shade.

 Poor guy.

Furthermore, he had obnoxious neighbors who were always showing off their gorgeous gardens, perfectly paved sidewalks and luxurious circle drive.

 How annoying!

But, believe it or not! Poor Jack, didn't even have it the toughest. (He was able to buy a brand new house, at least) His colleague, Elmer, the piddly, little vice-resident, had troubles of his own. He lived in a subdivision so far out that not even the Google Car will drive down his street.

 Look at all that land.

Elmer's poor little subdivision had tiny, little houses in it, that he had to drive by in order to get to his own house which was set way back, from the non-busy road. 

 What an eye sore!

 It's so bad for this poor guy that sometimes in the summer, just to escape the reality of his life, he sleeps on his boat and tries to forget about all those ugly houses where those people live who can only afford jet-skis.

So, when the pions that work for poor Jack and poor Elmer ask for raises so that they can afford a decent education for themselves and their children, Jack and Elmer have no choice but to turn them down. How could they be expected to make any kind of sacrifices. Imagine having to look at a nicer house than yours every time you leave your driveway or worse yet, not having a boat to escape to, six months out of the year.

Can you imagine?