While I applaud Mrs. Pelletier’s ability to remain calm and tranquil in the face of the recent break-in at her business, I am reminded of the Zen story of the disciple who runs to his master and says “Master, last night bandits broke in to the storehouse and robbed us of our money!”
Without missing a beat, the master picks up a bamboo staff and whacks the disciple over the back and says “Bonehead! Why was the money in the storehouse after hours in the first place?”
The point being, that because you left money in the till overnight, police were called away from other duties, and they now have to at least appear to investigate, the property management company has to file an insurance claim and do the repairs, raising costs which will then be passed on to you and other tenants, Maclean’s will have to add these statistics to an already damning pile, and somewhere on Victoria St., a meth lab just made another sale.
Your butterfly has beat its wings and created another gust in the hurricane.
To be even more succinct, we are now all paying the price of your serenity.
Namaste!
Ray Tracy
Prince George
