Nelly scrolls through her phone and laughs.
“Joe, you see this? The Kardashians—these Americanos—are begging for reality show competition. They’re bored down there. That’s why I endorsed **Kim Kardashian’s **Skims clothing line. You have to get their attention somehow.”
Joe raises an eyebrow.
“Competition?” he says. “Nelly, those people live in billion-dollar mansions in **Los Angeles. I’m not living in no palace like that.”
Nelly smirks. “So what’s your dream then, Prime Minister Joe?”
Joe points out the window toward the neighborhoods of **Vancouver.
“My dream is simple. I want every Canadian to have that old-school dream—the **Vancouver Special. You know, the classic 1970s house. Two floors, mom and dad upstairs, maybe the grandparents downstairs. A little yard. A place for a barbecue.”
Nelly laughs.
“So instead of Keeping Up with the Kardashians, you want Keeping Up with the Canadians?”
Joe nods.
“Exactly. No gold-plated sinks. No 40-car garages. Just a decent house, a garden, and enough money left over so people aren’t drowning in debt. That’s the real reality show.”
Nelly grins.
“Well Joe, if that’s the show… the Kardashians might actually have some real competition.”