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Satire. This is not the City of Plant City, and Berry is not your commissioner. Real city here

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Plant City, Florida · Est. 1885 · Unofficial

Somebody’s got to read the agenda packet.

All 1,106 pages. The attachments nobody opens. The exhibit somebody swapped out at 4:40 on a Friday, which is my favorite hour of the week for exhibits to get swapped. I read it so y’all don’t have to — then I show you the receipt.

Growth vs. Roads

DOCKET 0001

STILL OPEN. HAS BEEN A WHILE.

  • Agenda packets read 214
  • Pages in the last rezoning 1,106
  • Traffic studies attached 2
  • Traffic studies anybody read 1
  • New lanes on Alexander St. 0
  • Your turn at the microphone 3:00

Balance due AN EXPLANATION

THANK YOU FOR YOUR TAX DOLLARS

NO REFUNDS · NO EXCHANGES

PARODY. NOBODY REAL WAS CHARGED.

Every figure made up. Notice below.

The beat

Four things worth watching

Four. That’s the list. I’d do more but the packets are long and I’ve got a life, allegedly. These four decide what the town looks like when your grandkids are grown.

An empty commission chamber: five oversized chairs behind a tall dais, facing one small lectern.

City Hall

Forty seconds, nine decisions

Five commissioners. One microphone. A consent agenda that picks up speed like a loaded berry truck coming off the overpass. Somebody moves, somebody seconds, y’all say aye, and nine decisions are done before the coffee’s cool. Item six is always the one worth reading out loud. Ask me how I know.

A banquet room after the luncheon: used plates, a lectern, and giant ceremonial ribbon-cutting scissors.

The E.D.C.

Great folks. Great lunch.

Say what you want about the economic development crowd, those people work hard. At a hotel. On a Tuesday. At a table with a cloth on it. Stand-up folks, every last one. I’ve got no quarrel with the chicken — I’d just like a look at the seating chart. Who’s buying?

A site plan unrolled across a strawberry bed, with survey stakes driven through the crop rows.

Developers

The most civic-minded man in Hillsborough County

Nobody loves this town like a fella with a rezoning on Monday’s agenda. He’ll drive down from Tampa in an August thunderstorm just to tell you about it. Talks about his kids. Talks about roots. Says the word “community” eleven times in four minutes. Berry counts.

A weathered crate of hand-picked strawberries beside an old packing shed and a mossy live oak.

The backstory

What used to be out there

Before it was a corridor it was a grove. Before that it was somebody’s grandmother out in it at six in the morning in February, and her knees knew about it for the next fifty years. Try fitting that in a staff report. I keep the old plat map on the wall anyway. Better company than the new one.

The method

How a rumor turns into a receipt

  1. 01

    Somebody talks

    A tip comes in. Usually right about the smell, wrong about the particulars. That’s how tips go and I don’t hold it against anybody. Your hunch doesn’t get printed. It just tells me where to point the flashlight.

  2. 02

    I file

    Chapter 119, Florida Statutes. Prettiest little law we’ve got. It doesn’t much care whether the request is convenient, and it cares even less how the clerk feels about me personally. Which, last I checked, is not great.

  3. 03

    The paper shows up

    Sometimes it lands in nine days. Sometimes nine months, with a bill for staff time stapled to the front like a tip jar. How long it took goes in the story. By then it usually is the story.

  4. 04

    You get the receipt

    Claim on one side. Document on the other. Date in the middle so y’all can check my work. If the paper won’t hold the claim up, the claim doesn’t run — I’d rather be late than loud. Receipts, people. Receipts.

The ledger

What’s on file

214
Agenda packets read Nobody asked me to.
31
Records requests filed Thirty-one very polite emails.
9
Still waiting on Oldest one’s been out 214 days. Bless their hearts.
0
Printed without paper Only number on here I’d defend.

Every number here is exactly as made up as the fella who swears he read the packet.

Roots

We already have names for these places

Nobody standing in the parking lot after a meeting talks the way the staff report talks. Here’s the conversion chart. On the house.

On the staff report

“The SR‑39 corridor”

Alexander Street. It’s a parking lot by five.

“Infill opportunity”

Somebody’s granddaddy’s back forty

“Legacy agricultural parcel”

A strawberry field, y’all

“A vibrant mixed‑use destination”

Apartments over a nail salon

“Robust community engagement”

Your three minutes at the mic

“Fiscally neutral to the city”

Neutral in whose fiscal year?

“A pause to gather further information”

It passes in March

“Workforce housing”

Sure it is

The tip line

Saw something? Bring paper.

You don’t need a smoking gun. One page, one date, one thing that sat funny with you at the time. I’ll take it from there. Let’s talk about it.

Read this part, y’all

The City of Plant City is a work of satire and parody. It has no affiliation with the actual City of Plant City, Florida, its commission, its staff, its economic development council, or any real government body — and it is not a source of official municipal information. Every person on this site is invented, every figure is made up for the joke, and any resemblance to a real official, developer or nonprofit is parody, offered as commentary and opinion. Looking for the real city? It is at plantcitygov.com.

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