Trailer Park Boys

Have you ever watched Trailer Park Boys? If you have, this post will make a lot more sense. Right now we have a guy that is, for all intents and purposes, Ricky at the front counter. He is shouting. He uses the term "fuck" a lot. He has a voice that only a cartoon bear should rightfully have. He is upset about trucks. Apparently he has some vehicles that are not properly licensed to such a degree that they are going to be removed from his posession. I think that a messy divorce and a brain tumour somehow factor into this. I swear, I am not making this up. The brain tumour and the divorce aren't his primary concerns, however he is really concerned about these four wheel drive trucks that he doesn't want to lose. He has gone on a very impassioned diatribe about the work he has done on them. He has shouted the words "timing belt." For some reason he feels that we will be more receptive to his situation if he tells us the exact repairs he has made to these trucks.

"You haven't licensed them and they are an eyesore. They're being towed."
"But I replaced the fucking timing belt!"
"The timing belt? Wow. That thing is a bitch to change. I totally feel where you're coming from man. Go home, we won't bother you any more."

There's already someone from the RCMP here talking with him, which should be his first indication that this is not going to end in his favour. Sadly, I'm almost certain that this is not the end of this story. This town is the Trailer Park Boys in real life. The problems are all ridiculous and self-inflicted, the language is blue, and no matter how many vehicles get towed and Constables have to explain the law to them, the residents of this cracker-ghetto will keep on coming through these doors and giving us hell because that brand new timing belt is going to waste.