Chakra shoppers

A woman announced to her co-workers it was a "venti" day.  Everyone chuckled in agreement, holding their mochas, espresso and coffee drinks.  My friend laughed extra hard later when she realized the venti woman was talking about her large cup of herbal tea.

A Whole Foods shopper on her cell phone discussing Christmas dinner:
"Go ahead and tell me.  Dietary restrictions don't scare me.  At home I've got a vegan, someone avoiding wheat and my son who's just an extremely picky eater."

I had retrieved a bottle of ginger tablets I left somewhere and was carrying them with me while shopping downtown.  In Copperfield's I commented to an employee about it.  Looking at them, she shook her head and noted, "That's not anything.  You should see the weird and bizarre bottles of I-don't-know-what that have been left here.  At least I've heard of ginger."

A teacher's aide in an elementary school told me about a boy in her classroom who informed his teacher he was not allowed to say the name Trump.  The teacher inquired, "What do you call our President-elect at home?"
"We're allowed to say 'the man who lost the popular vote.'"

Woman exiting Whole Body a few days ago:  "Happy whatever!"

"I thought with your beard and your guitar you ate really healthy."
"No... I pretty much will eat anything."
"This stuff is full of sugar."
"That's not a problem."

Facebook post of the week:  "Sitting in a chair named 'Lavender' eating an ice cream called 'Witchcraft' at Screamin' Mimi's..."

My neighbor:  "I didn't get as sick as them.  I supplementized well."

A few years ago when I was holiday shopping at a crystal store the owner showed me some jewelry pieces.  One had seven colors, each corresponding to a chakra.  As she was explaining this to me I asked what she said to people who don't know about chakras.  "Well, if they are gay then I say, 'Gay pride!'  If they aren't gay and don't know what chakras are, then I just say, 'Look, it's a pretty rainbow.'"



License plates:
DOOMS DAY
OM GURUU
SSSTEAM
WINE *




(* and your point would be...?)

You can't make this compost up

From a mother regarding the previous post:  "I remember my husband and I going through a period when we didn't want our son to swear.  We substituted 'heart' for any curse word.  Yes, I know.  Really Sebastopol.  We'd all say, 'Holy heart!'  And my son would say, 'What the heart?!'  But what always cracked me up was hearing him go, 'Are you hearting kidding me?'"

I was in front of Fiesta/Pacific Market (depending on which sign you are partial to) and there was a guitarist and flute player standing at opposite sides of the entrance.  The musicians were kind of battling it out.  Two people standing next to me wondered who was going to win, and one predicted, "Well, it's Sebastopol - so probably the flautist."

From one of my community moles, at the Dhyana Center:
"I want my elixir straight up.  No coconut sugar."

I ran into the woman who had asked me about the Sebastopol vortex a few years ago and ended up in my blog twice.  She doesn't live in Sebastopol but was here shopping with a friend.  She was surprised to learn I was still doing the blog.  (Always nice to hear from a non-fan.)  She asserted, "I have something you could add!  At lunch my friend said she couldn't go to the city with me on Saturday because of a workshop she was going to.  I was like, 'Really?  What workshop?'  She kind of rolled her eyes and said, "Well, it's on a Saturday afternoon in Sebastopol.  So you know what kind of workshop it is.'  It was a yoga one of course.  And by 'workshop' she meant her and maybe four other people in someone's living room."

Regarding the didgeridoo:  "It is the status symbol of our times."

Outside Whole Foods, pretending to look at Christmas trees because I heard the word "astrologist" from a woman on her phone.  The conversation was quite bland, but at one point she did inform the person: "She didn't think Trump was going to win, so I'm not sure how much I trust her any more."

A local who grew up in Sebastopol reminiscing:  "Used to go to the Analy Theater on Tuesday 50 cent night.  We called it Hippie night.  It was packed with hippies that came out of the woods."

"I'm going to say hi to my bud.  Who's probably high.  On bud."

Man on the corner of 12 and Main Street a few weeks ago, with a sign:
     OLD 
   ANGRY
 LIBERALS
   Time to
   RESIST


License plates:
SCUBY DU
HAZRDUZ
CHEEPO
1 QT JSTR





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