Except for the giant pile of "trash."
|Not the neighbors, but you get the idea.|
I'm kind of hoping the rocking horse and kid's picnic table survive the madness and maybe I can ask her for them.
The most nonsensical part of this scene is that all of these people are living in "poverty." I see this so often at work. Many of those in poverty are the worst stewards of the resources they have.
I don't understand. I would have paid her for a couple of those shelves, but before I could open my front door they were destroyed. Can anyone explain?
She could have sold them for money, which she almost certainly needs. She could have given them to a friend - I'm sure she knows someone who could use them. But now she's just deprived herself of money, or her friends of the goods, and added to the ever-growing morass of waste consuming our world.