Olfactory

Hippie houses all smell the same. There is the smell of incense over the smell of pot over the smell of dog. It's a comforting smell. There's also lots of carpets, the couch is pretty scruffy (so it's o.k. to sit how you'd like) and there's always lots of munchy food. Having looked, dressed and acted like a hippie for years, I've been to a slew of hippie houses and know my way around the random assortment of mis-matched furniture.

So it was that I was very saddened to recently visit a stinky hippie house to visit a friend of a friend. There was a smell of tepid garlic hummus over the smell of unwashed hippie feet over the smell of rancid sauerkraut. It was bad enough that I hurridly made some lame excuse about hating to mouth-breathe in public, drove away quickly, with my car windows down, and made gaggy faces all the way home.

That house probably had the "hippie toilet" sign in the bathroom, too. That little sign that says "If it's yellow, let it mellow; if it's brown, flush it down." I hate that sign.

Moral of today's story: I can't play fetch if you won't bring me your feathered mouse.

An Erinku:
phone books
in pile
slanting away
from wall