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?
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BB: Hawaiians?
C: No. You know, the, um. The hippies.
BB: Dean reminds you of Hawaiian hippies?
C: Exactly.