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Nextdoor wars: Aggressive sales tactics in Sunset Cliffs
Lemonade, anyone?
Hard to believe he's been with us for more than 20 years.
San Diego has always been a city of hidden stories — murmured in the spaces between sun-bleached bungalows, whispered over backyard fences, and now, increasingly, shouted into the digital void of neighborhood apps. And nowhere are these narratives more brutally and hilariously exposed than on Nextdoor, the social media platform that has become the city's most unfiltered confessional.
Sunset Cliffs was developed in the early 20th century as a residential retreat. It's a melting pot of old money, new money, and people who somehow have no money but still manage to live there. You’ll find retirees who bought their homes for $60,000 in the 1970s, young families who’ve traded avocado toast for mortgage payments, and a healthy contingent of surfers who claim residency but mostly live in their vans. The vibe is equal parts chill and bougie, with a dash of “over it.” Sunset Cliffs is where your yoga instructor drives a Tesla and your neighbor’s rescue dog has an Instagram account with more followers than you.
It's also where this happened:
The Original Post
“Not going into specific location details for your privacy, but if your little boy was selling lemonade on the corner in Sunset Cliffs this afternoon, you might want to have a word with him. I told him I’m unable to drink lemonade…I obviously didn’t get into the whole chemotherapy thing…but he ran at me screaming to drink lemonade from his ‘balls,’ he said, while grabbing himself. My sons are adults now, but if it were one of mine, I’d want to know. He was about 6–8 years old. The older girl of the group told him to stop, but he ignored her. Good luck!”
Comments/Observations
1. The inevitable Anchorman reference: “Class starts with the parents. Stay classy, San Diego!”
2. The new twist on how far apples fall from trees: “Disgusting. Kid didn’t lick it off a stick at that age…”
3. The guy who forgot the title of How to Win Friends and Influence People: “The kid has heart…born salesman. Won’t take no for an answer. Dale Carnegie would be proud!”
4. The advocate for teachable moments: “I would have pushed over his little cart and laughed.”
Taking the piss out of Sunset Cliffs
A 6-to-8-year-old hurling obscene insults toward a potential customer while hustling lemonade feels, dare I say, on brand for a neighborhood where entrepreneurship thrives but manners occasionally fall off the cliff. I mean, the surfers at Luscomb’s Point are notoriously territorial and cut throat.
Inappropriate? Sure. Funny? Arguably. Auguring a bright future in crypto for the young man in question. Absolutely.
Here's something you might be interested in.
Nextdoor wars: Aggressive sales tactics in Sunset Cliffs
Lemonade, anyone?
Nextdoor wars: Aggressive sales tactics in Sunset Cliffs
Lemonade, anyone?
Hard to believe he's been with us for more than 20 years.
San Diego has always been a city of hidden stories — murmured in the spaces between sun-bleached bungalows, whispered over backyard fences, and now, increasingly, shouted into the digital void of neighborhood apps. And nowhere are these narratives more brutally and hilariously exposed than on Nextdoor, the social media platform that has become the city's most unfiltered confessional.
Sunset Cliffs was developed in the early 20th century as a residential retreat. It's a melting pot of old money, new money, and people who somehow have no money but still manage to live there. You’ll find retirees who bought their homes for $60,000 in the 1970s, young families who’ve traded avocado toast for mortgage payments, and a healthy contingent of surfers who claim residency but mostly live in their vans. The vibe is equal parts chill and bougie, with a dash of “over it.” Sunset Cliffs is where your yoga instructor drives a Tesla and your neighbor’s rescue dog has an Instagram account with more followers than you.
It's also where this happened:
The Original Post
“Not going into specific location details for your privacy, but if your little boy was selling lemonade on the corner in Sunset Cliffs this afternoon, you might want to have a word with him. I told him I’m unable to drink lemonade…I obviously didn’t get into the whole chemotherapy thing…but he ran at me screaming to drink lemonade from his ‘balls,’ he said, while grabbing himself. My sons are adults now, but if it were one of mine, I’d want to know. He was about 6–8 years old. The older girl of the group told him to stop, but he ignored her. Good luck!”
Comments/Observations
1. The inevitable Anchorman reference: “Class starts with the parents. Stay classy, San Diego!”
2. The new twist on how far apples fall from trees: “Disgusting. Kid didn’t lick it off a stick at that age…”
3. The guy who forgot the title of How to Win Friends and Influence People: “The kid has heart…born salesman. Won’t take no for an answer. Dale Carnegie would be proud!”
4. The advocate for teachable moments: “I would have pushed over his little cart and laughed.”
Taking the piss out of Sunset Cliffs
A 6-to-8-year-old hurling obscene insults toward a potential customer while hustling lemonade feels, dare I say, on brand for a neighborhood where entrepreneurship thrives but manners occasionally fall off the cliff. I mean, the surfers at Luscomb’s Point are notoriously territorial and cut throat.
Inappropriate? Sure. Funny? Arguably. Auguring a bright future in crypto for the young man in question. Absolutely.
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