Connie Sutherland said:
*should* remember patchouli.
But Woody........... :?:
I used to manage the only hippy restaurant in Norman, OK ("The Lovelight," and no, I am not making that up). That was in the early 90s when the Rainbow Family--basically, a new generation of hippies who steal more than regular hippies (LEOs, you have met them and know them well if you didn't know the name of these people, here you go)--were going strong in Norman:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rainbow_Family
Smelly, filthy, stoned, lazy, and dumb is no way to go through life.
So anyways, I used to have the pleasure of getting people like this to show up for graveyard bakery shifts for minimum wage. One of the places where I learned my motivational skills ("Enabling change through intellectual beatdowns").
Favorite Rainbow Family moment? One of them--actually a person I thought quite a lot of, even though she was a smelly, dirty theif--brought in her sweaters to show me, she wove them all herself. They were made out of hair. Dog hair. She would wear them to prep bakery items, I have no idea how many customers ate muffins spiked with Rainbow mutt sheddings. But she was a very sweet person. Trapped in a world of filth and theft.
(Least) Favorite Rainbow Family moment? Had a RF guy in the prep line have a natty dreadlock fall out of his hair into the soup. Customer bought some cream of tomato and got a nice mouthful of hippy dander and flaked dead skin cells in an unwashed hair soup stock with accents of Patchouli. A unique dish.
I am not kidding when I say that even today smelling patchouli makes me edgy and angry. And reminds my that, even if I am a left winger, it would not take much to have me physically assault some fool in a rastafarian hat and clothing he made out of burlap and duct tape who decided to take out five minutes to educate me on the beauty of the mary jane as well as why anarchy is the only legitimatie structure of gov't. And that kind of beating, to my knowledge, is still legal in Oklahoma.