My dad switched from being a socialist to a libertarian after a career living and working on military bases (a completely centrally planned community). One of the funnier stories he had was when the base commander tired of all the complaints about the dilapidated furniture in the base housing.

He got rid of it all. He put his wife in charge of selecting the replacement furniture. His wife's taste was impeccable, and the soldiers' wives would appreciate her efforts to bestow good taste on the minions.

The wives didn't just dislike the furniture, they hated it with all their might. (The men, naturally, couldn't care less about the furniture.)

My dad would laugh and laugh every time he recounted the story.