a hippy's nose knows.

i went to the union square market this morning... i bought some apricots and the guy who rang me up sniffed... and sniffed... and sniffed... 'petchouli? are you wearing patchouli?' i told him i was wearing a little (my hair stuff has patchouli in it), and asked how he knew: 'a hippy's nose knows,' he said. i told him i was from vermont, to which he nodded knowingly.

i love the market. i miss vermont.