This is what you say to a thirty year old running around aimlessly in your neighbourhood at 4 o'clock in the morning looking for pikachu
DAVE: " hey tom who's that clown running around on your front lawn in the rain with his I phone?" TOM: "who knows , that dude should get a fucking job "
A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2 million.