Buddhist license plates

A woman admiring a cashier's necklace of amethyst and dark purple stones:
"I really like that.  It looks like it has magical powers."

A local told me what her son's teacher mentioned after Valentine's day:
"She had a boy in the class who told her he didn't celebrate Valentine's day because they practice love every day at home and don't single out just one day for it.  And also he's not allowed to eat chocolate."

Favorite recent Facebook post about a Press Democrat article:
"In Sebastopol, even our newly hired policewoman is a yoga instructor. :)"

I was glad to see my bathroom cleaner noted it is gluten-free.

I dashed over to Community Market one evening just before it was closing at 10.  It was pretty hoppin'.  The cashier and I were joking that there isn't much happening in Sebastopol on a Thursday night if the health food store has a crowd.  (I should mention they do have a small bar, but nobody was in the bar.)
"After hours at Community Market," he remarked with drollness.  "It's the place to be."

As I was walking through a parking lot to my car late one evening:
Dude #1: "Look at that, it's a buddha on the license plate."
Dude #2:  "No, that can't be..."
Dude #1:  "Yes it is.  Look!"
Dude #2 bends down:  "Dude, it's the statue of liberty."
(substances may have been involved in this interaction)

At the Rialto Cinemas, where there is now a food and wine bar (in addition to really good popcorn):
Person in front of me:  "So you can just come here and get a salad and wine, and not have to see a movie?"
His wife:  "I think so."
Him:  "Would people really do that?"
Her:  "I really don't know."
Me:  "But more importantly, could you just come get some of their popcorn to go?"
Her:  "Now that is a very good question!"

I was conversing with an older gentleman at Community Market who mentioned he used to live in Sebastopol but was now visiting for a few weeks.  We got on the topic of spirituality.  "The spirituality around here is hard to describe.  It's spiritual but it's not.  Like when you go hear jazz but it ends up being jazz fusion.  It sounds like jazz but it isn't bona fied jazz."
Me:  "Kind of like 'spiritual funk?'"
"Yes!  Spiritual infusion funk."


(If only I was paid for spotting west county license plates:)
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