In New York City, where I was born and raised, I grew up hearing about some unwitting out-of-towner buying the Brooklyn Bridge from some streetwise city shark. This happened about once a week.
If something looks, smells and feels too good to be true, wisdom tells us that it probably is.
Gaz Métro has us in their sights and are blinding us with illusion.
Fellow Countrymen, wake up: We are being sold the Brooklyn Bridge.