I know you won’t like it.

From A treasury of American anecdotes; sly, salty, shaggy stories of heroes and hellions, beguilers and buffoons, spellbinders and scapegoats, gagsters and gossips, from the grassroots and sidewalks of America by Benjamin Albert Botkin. 

The proper Bostonian’s smugness with regard to travel and geography is raised to infinity in the story of the Bostonian (sometimes the Texan) who dies and goes to heaven, only to be greeted by St. Peter with a weary, “You may come in, but I know you won’t like it.”