Today I was scrolling through my newsfeed when I saw
an epic throat punch story happening almost literally in my back yard. I couldn't resist chiming in. I know a lot of you have read my
Suburban Scourges book think I exaggerate about how awful some of the people are who live near me. I think this story will show you that I can't make this shit up.
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| Picture courtesy of the family |
So, here's the story. There is a six-year-old girl named Ella who lives in a nearby town. She is very sick with cancer and she applied to Make-a-Wish. Her wish? It wasn't a trip to Disney or a hot air balloon ride. She wanted a playhouse. She wanted a playhouse in her backyard that she could play in on days when she felt strong enough. Make-a-Wish said: DONE. Then JE Dunn (a big time construction firm that builds stuff like the performing arts center) stepped up and said, We'll build it. We'll make it perfect. We'll even match the shingles on the houses in the neighborhood.
Then Ella's parents took their proposal to their Homeowner's Association (HOA) and the board looked it over and then said, NO.