This is where I steeple my fingers and illuminate the sublimeness of that observation.. 'cause I'd be very fuckin' happy if I never ran into another human being while buying my blueberry juice and organic scones again.
On a related note, the last time I stopped by the Ninja's vegetarian hippy health food store, some punk guy spit at me. Like, head to toe black denim'n'leather combo with spikes slathered everywhere and non-Hot Topic patches. Boots and sticky-up hair. Spit at my feet. Not near, production quality at.
As McDonalds would say, I'm lovin' it.