After hearing about heart-painted garbage and recycling cans, a reader told me about going for a walk one morning during the holidays when it was very crowded downtown. A guy drove past her twice and the second time slowed down and handed her a few bottles to put in a recycling bin nearby. "I'm sorry," he apologized. "There is no place to park."
She reluctantly took them, and as he pulled away he called, "You are helping the earth! Terra firma thanks you!"
Status update, describing a chalk picture of a surfer on the mural across from Whole Foods parking lot:
"A surfer... about as extreme as tagging gets in Sebasto-town."
In the plaza: "I've been eating tofu and kale all day. I've got to get some real protein and something without greens."
Overheard at a new Sebastopol restaurant: "That is a $7 potato."
A local resident saw her neighborhood kids acting out something in the street involving Trump. She couldn't figure out why these children of liberal parents were staging a pretend Trump rally until another neighbor informed her they were actually playing "Trump protestors."
Guy wearing a sandwich board, taking a stand against Sebastopol's bad feng shui:
"CVS EATS CRAP"
A library patron to a librarian: "It probably doesn't help that my user name is Edward Snowden."
At an event a woman asked me and my friend's daughter about the downtown shop Milk and Honey. Both of us used the word "goddessy" in our descriptions.
"What do you mean by 'goddessy?'" she asked.
Me: "Um... you must not be from around here?"
(She was not.)
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A humorous blog about Sebastopol encounters
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
Saturday, October 1, 2016
Vineyards and vignettes
Regarding the last post:
"Mercury Retrograde is worse than bad Feng Shui. All you have to do with Feng Shui is move a plant or two. With Mercury Retrograde you've got to wait for entire planets to move."
A worker at Fiesta market asked me about a chocolate mocha drink I purchased for a dollar off. "What can I say? I follow the sales," I joked.
"You should see when kombucha is on sale here," he countered. "Entire cases walk out the door. We are usually out in one afternoon."
On an early morning drive I noticed garbage cans by the sidewalk that have hearts painted on them. Even trash and recycling get showered with love in west county.
At the Barlow a friend overheard two men discussing an anniversary gift. One said, "They own a vineyard. We can't show up with crystals. They aren't those type of Sebastopol people. We have to get them a real gift."
Waiting at the intersection of Main St. and 12, watching a girl with long pink hair cross the street toting a unicorn backpack. (And by girl I mean someone in her early twenties.)
One warm evening at dusk I was sitting on a bench at Ragle park, hoping to spot some barn owls. A woman came around the corner and looked awfully disappointed I was sitting there. "You took my meditation bench!" she cried. And went off in a bit of a huff.
"Look at all these stars and clouds - even my emojis are ungrounded right now."
Sometimes cashiers at Whole Foods or other stores will tell me about offbeat encounters with shoppers as potential blog material. Recently one told me about an extremely tactless customer.
"Actually, that's just a story of someone being really impolite. I think that could happen anywhere," I let them know.
"I see. Right."
"Now if they are rude and then start talking about mindfulness or quoting Thich Nhat Hanh to you, then you can tell me about it."
"Oh, it's happened...."
A text from my sister: "There was an hour wait to get a table. I can't believe Ramen Gaijin has become such the Sebastopol hot spot!"
Me: "I can't believe Sebastopol has a hot spot."
License plates:
SEASAW
AQURIUS
RAW RAWW
IT GOZ
PYRO FAM*
(* ??)
"Mercury Retrograde is worse than bad Feng Shui. All you have to do with Feng Shui is move a plant or two. With Mercury Retrograde you've got to wait for entire planets to move."
A worker at Fiesta market asked me about a chocolate mocha drink I purchased for a dollar off. "What can I say? I follow the sales," I joked.
"You should see when kombucha is on sale here," he countered. "Entire cases walk out the door. We are usually out in one afternoon."
On an early morning drive I noticed garbage cans by the sidewalk that have hearts painted on them. Even trash and recycling get showered with love in west county.
At the Barlow a friend overheard two men discussing an anniversary gift. One said, "They own a vineyard. We can't show up with crystals. They aren't those type of Sebastopol people. We have to get them a real gift."
Waiting at the intersection of Main St. and 12, watching a girl with long pink hair cross the street toting a unicorn backpack. (And by girl I mean someone in her early twenties.)
One warm evening at dusk I was sitting on a bench at Ragle park, hoping to spot some barn owls. A woman came around the corner and looked awfully disappointed I was sitting there. "You took my meditation bench!" she cried. And went off in a bit of a huff.
"Look at all these stars and clouds - even my emojis are ungrounded right now."
Sometimes cashiers at Whole Foods or other stores will tell me about offbeat encounters with shoppers as potential blog material. Recently one told me about an extremely tactless customer.
"Actually, that's just a story of someone being really impolite. I think that could happen anywhere," I let them know.
"I see. Right."
"Now if they are rude and then start talking about mindfulness or quoting Thich Nhat Hanh to you, then you can tell me about it."
"Oh, it's happened...."
A text from my sister: "There was an hour wait to get a table. I can't believe Ramen Gaijin has become such the Sebastopol hot spot!"
Me: "I can't believe Sebastopol has a hot spot."
License plates:
SEASAW
AQURIUS
RAW RAWW
IT GOZ
PYRO FAM*
(* ??)
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