We don't want any part of that.
We don't either. And if Douglas county gets much more crowded, I'm moving to Alabama or Florida.
In defense of P'tree city folks...
My friend that lives there isn't exactly in the same income category as most folks that live there. Although we don't do bad in the exhibit business, my friend is basically a shop worker with no college education, while most of his neighbors are degreed professionals pulling down salaries in the low to mid six figures.
Given the differences between my friend and most P'tree city residents, him and his family have been warmly received and well treated.
Well, there was an experience at a local pond not too long ago. My friend took his daughter to the pond with a couple trusty zebco 33's and a sack of bread to introduce her to the joys of catching bream off the bed.
They had been at the pond about 20 minutes catching bream when another family pulled up to the pond on their cart. The father opened up brand new fishing equipment, and preceded to rig poles for his two young sons.
My friend watched them, and noticed they weren't catching anything. As he and his daughter went to leave, they had to walk by the family to get to their cart. As they got close, my friend noticed why they weren't catching any bream...
They were using too big a line, too big a hook, too much weight, and too much worm. In other words, they were fattening up the bream, which could easily eat the worm off the hook.
My friend went up to the dad made a polite suggestion on how to improve his luck, even offering to leave them the leftover bread and pack of bream hooks. The dad replied with a snide,"Thanks for your help, but I know what I'm doing. Have a nice day." in a "Not from around here" accent.
My friend did the right thing by not telling the dad off in front of his kids, but he wanted to something fierce.
He suspects that "dad" is the one that reported him to the county over throwing the curb scrapings into the woods. He remembers seeing that family drive by on their cart while he was shoveling the curb that day.
And all his close neighbors are really nice people, that throw their curb scrapings in the same woods my friend did.
Overall though, my friend and his family love it there. I guess it is nice to go out on a nice evening, and drive the open air golf cart to go do family stuff.
You know, there's always an Esso Bee in every crowd . . . too bad your friend had to meet up with him.