A quaint drinking village with a fishing problem. The distinctive elbow of cape cod in which a year-round population of about 7,000 reside. Surviving of Cod and shell fish. During the months of june, july and august this small community is swarmed with thousands of overly-wealthy, high strung and ego-centric tourists who assume that since they're renting a house for $5000 a week or paying property taxes on a $4 million home that they enjoy 2 months out of the year that they own the rights to every intersection, sidewalk, store entrance and parking space. The natives recieve a large majority of their revenues off these tourists and thus achieve survival through the cold, solitary months of winter. Many continue their work as a fisherman, cashier, waitress, digger, realestate agent or shop owner if they're not returning to some form of education. If you go to Chatham High School, then you know every face that roams those halls and almost everyone knows you. We have no off-season public transportation because whatever distance you can walk in Chatham, isn't worth the gas. Locals thrive on dunkin' donuts, the squire, cumbies, stop and shop and the corner store for survival. rare is a trip to hyannis (city of cape cod) taken to refresh the natives' confinement. The dominating inhabitants are hands-down the Nickerson family. People don't really come here unless it's onpurpose. You don't pass through Chatham to get to another place, as a result, chat-rats mostly stick to themselves in the winter time.
we don't like many harwich locals either.
(In Hyannis @ Cell phone store)
Salesman: Where you guys from?
Salesman: huh.. never heard of it..