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    It's not a joke

    Posted Tuesday, January 08, 2008
    My mother sent me this image via picture message from her teeny tiny cell phone, which means it is a teeny tiny picture. But it is real, and they're actually serious (though I'm not entirely sure why...). The tiny font at the bottom of the sign says "(No Exceptions)".



    It was taken at Band Central Station, which is a music instruments store (kids who are in the band go there to buy their flutes or trumpets or whathaveyou). I'm not entirely sure what their motivation is, nor why hippies would need to enter via the back door, but it's hilarious nonetheless.
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    6 comments:

    1. french panic said at 1/09/2008 7:58 AM

      I've seen this sign being sold in kitsch-types stores....I was contemplating buying one for my house, but, um, I don't actually allow hippies in my house, so it would be a lie.

      Hippies. boo.

    2. WeeBit Wonky said at 1/09/2008 10:11 AM

      Ha! There is a similar sign on a house in my neighborhood! But I live in Austin ("Keep Austin Weird") and it was and is and forever shall be very Hippie :)

    3. Jonathan said at 1/09/2008 8:58 PM

      I dated a hippie once. Now not to bring myself down, but after a month, I was curious about whether I was dating the hippie or the massive amounts of weed she smoked. She toned the smoking down a bit and we broke up.

      At least I know that weed and I are good together... dating wise.

    4. Pamplemousse said at 1/10/2008 5:53 AM

      I also dated a hippy once. She was one of those neo-hippies that had gone past weed and booze, thus eliminated much of the fun of hanging out with hippies. Instead, I listened to many lectures about the benefits of reiki, misguided notions about talking to all plants, the benefits of actually hugging trees and strange 'scientific' theories regarding angels and auras.

      All memory of the sex has since been purged from my head. The relationship was not a success.

    5. Helena said at 1/10/2008 12:34 PM

      I've never dated a hippie (though my high-school boyfriend, who at the time was captain of the football team, later became quite the hippie, lived on a vegan commune and everything!). And being a hippie sort of runs in my family...I think my mother and most of her siblings were hippies of some variety during the hey-day of hippieness. And with my bus-taking and veg*nism, I suppose I qualify as some kind of hippie, depending on who's asking.

      My roommate freshman year in college was a TOTAL hippie. She had blonde dreadlocks and had aversions to things like wearing underwear and taking showers. Surprisingly, she turned out to be one of the very best roommates I've ever had. I think it has something to do with respect for each other's space. Though, to this day, I can not listen to reggae. After a year of non-stop Bob Marley, I am scarred for life.

    6. your mama said at 1/13/2008 7:37 PM

      Well, the couple who owns the music store are total hippies! And I actually think the sign, which was located in their turtle's habitat, was in tribute to the hippies of their day. For a while there, I wasn't sure, and had to ask "Are these your pets or are you also a reptile store?" The wife said they are just there pets, and quickly brought from the back her newest pet family member an adorable baby ferret. There nearly as many reptiles as music instruments. By the way, Helena's sister really enjoyed her first ever quitar lesson, from the "hippie" husband, with a fantastic ponytail. Quite authentic, and it is the only time in my entire life I have been proud of my schleppy 1969 Nikkon Gakki Tiger wood Acustic (nyon string) Guitar! Side note; by today's standards, you Helena, are now more hippie than me! Love you

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