And Now For Something Completely Different

Ran across an unknown (to me) blog this week, “I Drank What?”, and found this amusing social commentary entitled, “parking tickets, hipsters and the armpit of Los Angeles”:

It’s one thing to get a parking ticket doing something you like. It’s far worse being fined for being in an area that already feels like a punishment in and of itself. The three of us had made a quick stop in the Coffee Bean that couldn’t have lasted more than three minutes. I’m guessing three minutes because that’s the amount of time I estimate it took the hemp-clad barista named “Earth” to take my order and ask me a series of increasingly specific questions about my daughter’s birthday before ultimately declaring that Penny is an Aquarius.

“Oh…. ” I said.

I never know how to respond when a total stranger decides to reveal to me that they not only believe in the zodiac, but that they have memorized the cutoff dates for each particular sign. I glanced back at the line behind me expecting to find a row of impatient customers eager for “Earth” to lay off the astrology lesson and finish my order. Instead, I found a line of hipsters so absolutely fascinated by the conversation that they literally began discussing each others Horoscope and the various implications it has on their futures.

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