I had this guy move in down the street from me. Except more overwieght and only had a thin blue line flag. Apparently he owned a couple acres of land by the road. First the camper appered, followed by the beer cans and tarps strung up everywhere. His days consisted of sitting in various delapidated, cheap plastic lawn chairs and drinking. Clothing optional if it was hot enough. And let me assure he, he was a tighy whitey kinda guy. Or more like tighty browny if you know what I mean.
The county caught up with him a few weeks later, and that’s when the portajohn appeared. This was not an improvement, because the wind blew it over and nobody stood it back up. Also the wind was shredding the tarps, creating these streamers of plastic that waved in the wind like those crappy inflatable tube men outside of the car dealership.
Finally it came out when he got arrested that he was hiding from arreest warrents in another state. Someone came and got the portocrapper and camper, leaving only the beer cans and shredded tarps as a reminder of our temporary nieghbor.
1 out of 10, would not recommend. Nothing like the smell of hot tipped over portojohn wafting on the wind.
Amazing how many of those people with thin blue line stickers on their cars are happy to violate every traffic law on the books.
I know a bunch of people who get them thinking they’re “get out of a ticket free” stickers. There’s also a more local version that shows support for our state police which are bought for similar reasons.
That said, I’m willing to give some benefit of doubt when I see them on vehicles but never if I see the big ass flags waving on houses.
Few things make me appreciate California more than my memories of nearly every creek with a bridge over it in Missouri having been treated as an impromptu landfill.
Someone had the gall to dump a washer and dryer on the side of the road on my commute, I was nervous it would enable others, but no other trash showed up, and after a week or two the washer and dryer were removed.
