Ragabash That’s a new one. It’s very English: scoundrel, ragamuffin, idle worthless fellow, shiftless disreputable person. Mass noun: rabble or riff-raff
My neighbour immediately came a to mind. He is 30-ish, doesn’t have a job and doesn’t have a car which you need if you live around here. He does work occasionally for a guy who does renovations but only sometimes. The guy he works for has to come and get him and wake him up. I’m not kidding. I’ve also seen someone honk his horn and pound on his door at 10:30 in the morning then give up and leave.
Once, when I was still at Sobeys, I was sadly leaving for an afternoon/night shift on a beautiful day, wearing my horrible polyester uniform, as he was going out to putter in his 10′ X 10′ garden.
“Going to work for The Man?” he joked.
Oh boy, not funny. I was fuming for days. Yes, I am going to work so I can drive a car and keep my home. You are living in your girlfriend’s house who works full-time you lazy bastard.
On that day I decided I was never going to offer him a ride anywhere. You made your choice, buddy.
Recently I broke that rule. I’m retired now so I don’t have to feel so pissed off at him. “It’s none of my business” I keep telling myself. I was going to a local herb farm and asked him if he wanted to go. It’s owned and operated by one lady who works her ass off.
I overheard her asking him what he does and heard him say, “My girlfriend makes enough money to cover both of us.” OMG, I’m biting my tongue off! She has student loans and they rent the house. She drives an hour to work everyday to work in a hospital. And get this; she wants to have a baby.
They moved in here about three years ago. He has not cut his hair or trimmed his beard since then. It’s so gross. (And I have to laugh at that because I remember my young hippy husband growing a beard and thinking it was great while his mother thought it was so gross.) Even worse is when he is shirtless, his skinny white body with that scraggly beard…. barf!
He thought he could cut his own firewood. Got 8′ logs and started to cut them with his tiny little chain saw. Didn’t get very far. Ordered firewood but then they had gas lines put in. That costs thousands of dollars. As soon as that furnace went in there were no more fires in their fireplace even though they have a mountain of firewood on their front lawn.
He always says he’s going to help me. So far that hasn’t happened, I think his chain saw doesn’t work. I have a few jobs that need a chain saw: I’m thinking of buying my own I’m so sick of waiting.
On top of that he is an expert at everything. He talks to me as if he was the older and wiser one and I was just starting out in life. I’m waiting for the right moment to say, “Just think how much you’ll know when you are 65!”
But then/ its none of my business.