A trip through an organic foods market is better than going to a movie. Up the Rocky Mountain front range, there are Whole Foods Markets and Wild Oats Markets. We stopped in one a while back to pick up some bulk food that my wife wanted, as it was convenient, and surprisingly their bulk items cost less than packaged items where we live. The people in that store, in their ponytails and birkenstock sandals, were reeking of not having bathed in a while. They carried on conversations that made no sense whatsoever, and sat in the deli eating some unidentifiable mess that looked like it had been left by an ill pet.
Worse yet, those people are allowed to vote.
They probably seem so miserable because eating such crap sucks up their will to live.
You know though, now that you mention it, I cant really remember seeing a clean, neat looking hippie.
Have you?
You forgot about all the white people wearing dreads and reeking of patchouli. I see them all the time at the Whole Foods here in Baltimore.
Not that there is anything wrong with patchouli, I kind of like it but not when mixed with unwashed hair and BO.
"Worse yet, those people are allowed to vote."
Not to worry. Those nuts also won't allow their irrupting population of couguar to be killed. So the cats are killing and eating them.
Arguably, not fast enough, though. And the last one killed and eaten was a high school boy. So much for feline fairness.
A trip through an organic foods market is better than going to a movie.
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Sounds like a horror film...
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"The people in that store, in their ponytails and birkenstock sandals, were reeking of not having bathed in a while. They carried on conversations that made no sense whatsoever, and sat in the deli eating some unidentifiable mess that looked like it had been left by an ill pet.
Worse yet, those people are allowed to vote."
I just had to laugh at this! There is a store in the Charlotte area called the Home Economist. I needed barley flour for a bread recipe & it was the only place in town that carried it. The store had a strange odor, & the kid working the check out wore a tie-died tee shirt, & had a very long pony tail. (He looked like a leftover from the 1960's!)