An Aside
Since landing back in Sioux Falls on Saturday (figuratively speaking, since I drove and Sophie doesn't catch as much air as the Flying Jeep did), I've felt remarkably ... normal. Jet lag has caught me before but this time I seem to have dodged a bullet. I'm sleeping normal hours (well, normal for me anyway) and haven't been randomly exhausted in the middle of the day.
Which is good, because there's just a little too much to do this week.
But that's not really what I wanted to tell you today. I have a story...
I went shopping today ... or browsing, as there were no purchases ... and someone called me a hippie.
Not in a fun way, not in a teasing way, but in a I-actually-think-you're-a-hippie-and-that-makes-me-uncomfortable kind of way. A complete stranger, no less.
I'm still not sure what brought that on. We weren't talking politics (which probably wouldn't make me seem like a hippie anyway), we weren't discussing the latest in electric cars, I was wearing fairly normal November-in-the-Midwest clothing, and I'm reasonably certain I didn't smell of patchouli. For that matter, I was in a JCPenney -- not exactly known as a hippie hangout -- and wasn't really having a conversation with that person at all. (I was talking to a woman that worked there. About dresses.)
It was enough to make me pause. Do I put off unintentional hippie vibes? And if so, what the heck does that mean? Can unemployment be sensed? Is a sweatshirt mid-day a bad thing? Or is it the Soju charm hanging from my cell phone?
Of course, she might have just been crazy.
Which is good, because there's just a little too much to do this week.
But that's not really what I wanted to tell you today. I have a story...
I went shopping today ... or browsing, as there were no purchases ... and someone called me a hippie.
Not in a fun way, not in a teasing way, but in a I-actually-think-you're-a-hippie-and-that-makes-me-uncomfortable kind of way. A complete stranger, no less.
I'm still not sure what brought that on. We weren't talking politics (which probably wouldn't make me seem like a hippie anyway), we weren't discussing the latest in electric cars, I was wearing fairly normal November-in-the-Midwest clothing, and I'm reasonably certain I didn't smell of patchouli. For that matter, I was in a JCPenney -- not exactly known as a hippie hangout -- and wasn't really having a conversation with that person at all. (I was talking to a woman that worked there. About dresses.)
It was enough to make me pause. Do I put off unintentional hippie vibes? And if so, what the heck does that mean? Can unemployment be sensed? Is a sweatshirt mid-day a bad thing? Or is it the Soju charm hanging from my cell phone?
Of course, she might have just been crazy.
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