Granolier than thou

In front of Whole Foods late one evening two gentlemen were conversing next to me.  One was a photographer and another photographer had been talking to them a few minutes before.  "That was an interesting coincidence that you were both photographers," one man observed.  The other replied, "Well, it's not that much of a coincidence."
To which the first man responded:  "It's a much bigger coincidence than two massage therapists who would have sat down at the same time."
I mentioned I wrote a blog about Sebastopol and the non-photographer told me when he tells others where he lives they will say things such as, "Those Sebastopolians, they think they are so entitled."  His response, "No, they don't think they are entitled.  Some believe they are anointed, though."  (Self-anointed, we practically uttered at the same time.)
And I can't remember the exact context but he was talking to a student about some people at Sonoma State and the woman retorted, "Well... some people are more granolier-than-thou."

From my neighbor Daniela:
"I told the Kiddo that we would be going to the Sebastopol Community Center for the Valley Fire Benefit.   I said there would be music and dancing..." 
Her reply, "Will there be hippies there?"
Daniela:  "Probably.  Why?"
Her:  "Because I like hippies...  What's a hippy?"

The weekend before the eclipse I was walking at Ragle park, talking to a couple.  We were commenting how full the moon was and I asked if the eclipse was Saturday night or Sunday night.  The guy replied, "As a citizen of west county, I feel like I should know that.  But I don't."
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Whole Foods has had some changes, as the supplements section has moved into a space of its own.  Two cashiers were joking about the rearranged aisles, and one brought up seeing macrame the other day.
"I can't deal with all these changes!  Why are we selling macrame?" she wanted to know.
The other cashier speculated, "This is the Sebastopol store.  Maybe it is helpful for balancing your chakras."

I was walking toward Whole Foods and saw a pair of young teen boys fly past the produce, one smacking a cantaloupe and causing it to fall, crash and split open.  Another woman and I stared at each other for a few seconds as we approached each other, with looks on our faces as if trying to register that we did actually just see a teen knock produce to the ground.  As she went past me, she relayed, "That's what being a 'bad boy' in Sebastopol is, I guess."

A group of us were group-chatting about an upcoming birthday brunch and one woman described drinking yerba mate everyday and how her mother thinks it is an addiction.
Me:  "Well, Sebastopol would be one cracked-out town if that is the case!"
Somehow this led to talking about other Peruvian plant drinks and she mentioned ayahuasca, adding #cvssebastopol at the end of her message.
"Lol... CVS or Rite-aid in Sebastopol may have ayahuasca.  Or at the very least Whole Foods."


License plates, the continuing saga:
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