When my wife & I go downtown (Toronto) we pass by an old 3 story dilapidated house that seems to be a hangout for, let's say, folks you'd rather not have as neighbors, who spend most of their time sitting on the front porch & drinking strange liquids out of paper bags
We drove by this place again yesterday afternoon and my wife was looking at it and made the comment that she was surprised nobody had burned the joint up yet.
I opened this mornings paper and there it was.........yup, the joint burned up last night, only about 6 hours after her comment.
Maybe it's time for the Mrs to go out and purchase a few extra lottery tickets