I was recently accused of being a hippie.
A couple weeks ago as we were driving back from my family reunion down South, we found ourselves in the thick of post-hippy-fest traffic. Pulling up to the drive-through window at a Starbucks on I-81 North, the attendant saw my beard and thought she could peg me- "Ya'll coming back from Bonaroo?"
"No," I said flatly, but with a gentle smile that admitted fault for giving such an appearance of evil.
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