My low opinion of town planners is on record.
I am leaning towards a new theory that they are related to goldfish. The crowd of idiots I’m currently working with can just about remember the last thing I’ve told them, but any reference to an email or discussion prior to that is met with complete open-mouthed incomprehension. I have to remind them of every single previously discussed issue, every single fucking time. It’s kind of like Memento meets The House That Jack Built, but with fewer tattoos and definitely not enough killing (or indeed, cowbell). It makes for very long meetings.
The same bunch also likes to throw around the word “space” at every opportunity, which is kind of ironic when you consider their inability to think in three dimensions. They have an annoying tendency to place blocks of houses directly across drainage routes and as a result, I end up re-enacting scenes from Ghostbusters more frequently than one would expect in an office environment:
KYKNOORD: Don’t cross the streams.
TOWN PLANNER: Why?
KYKNOORD: It would be bad.
TOWN PLANNER: I’m fuzzy on the whole good/bad thing. What do you mean, “bad”?
This is why I prefer Architects. They may be evil minions of Satan, but at least they’re capable of passing a Turing test.