I have a friend who was born here, moved to the suburbs for a while, and has recently returned. Whenever someone from another part of the world wants an explanation of this one, he turns to me and says "Charlotte, tell the brick story."
You know how the more affluent suburbs like to adorn the crosswalks of their main avenues with inlaid brick, to add a quaint-yet-cultured flair to their streets? Well I'm from a place that's neither quaint nor cultured. In the interest of my quickly evaporating anonymity, I'll refer to this place as 14-A. The town officials of 14-A clearly wanted the same dignified charm added to their city. So they singled out a few crosswalks and promptly removed the top layer of asphalt. So far so good, right? Rather than lay bricks, the city then decided to lay a fresh layer of asphalt, trace a brick pattern into it, and then paint it brick-colored!
As if this isn't enough, the daily deluge of automobiles wears the paint off at a rapid rate, such that any money that 14-A may have saved via this ridiculous cop-out is quickly spend on the continual process of repainting.
That's the brick story.
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You commented in the other post how people are people wherever you go. Now I know the south is damn different than where you're from, but... you saw the bricks here, too, last weekend...
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