Passed on the way to the beach for a swim and sunset: Majestic Ridge Estates.
Gag.
First of all, we’re all perfectly qualified to judge whether a location is Majestic or not; is this not a quality which, by definition, should be observable by the naked eye?
For example, this is what one might call a “Majestic Ridge”:
We see the majesty, and the ridge, even without someone telling us it’s there.
This, on the other hand, is just a big house you probably paid too much money for:
And look, no ridge in sight.
Lastly, was this name selected by the requisite resident tyrants neighborhood association committee (houses of yellow brick or tan siding only, no clotheslines, any car valued at less than $50,000 parked discretely in closed garage) following submissions to the Most Pretentious Names for a Neighborhood contest?
If we’re striving for truth-in-advertising, I guess I’m glad I live in Hilly Woody Place Overrun with Deer, Deer Ticks and Daddy-Long-Legs in Neighborhood Surrounding Algae-Ridden Pond Lake. Too bad that doesn’t fit on a sign.
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