Checkout line at the grocery store, conversation between my cashier and my bagboy, neither of whom looked to be over twenty:

Bagboy: I like Dean.

Cashier: Dude, Dean blew it.

BB: Yeah, I guess.

C: Dean reminds me of one of those guys … y’know, those guys? From Hawaii?


BB: Hawaiians?

C: No. You know, the, um. The hippies.

BB: Dean reminds you of Hawaiian hippies?

C: Exactly.