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Hey guys, so there's this thing I've noticed. Sebastopol, being the happening place that it is, will occasionally have a bit of excitement. Dear reader, I use the term "excitement" here really, very loosely. Anyhoo, we have a bit of excitement, for example, a car might make a left out of the Whole Foods parking lot or a dog might get off it's leash and book it up Main Street. In any and all of these little events the majority of the Sebastopolian population will inevitably act in this manner AKA The Three S's.
1)SEE.
They look around in a frenzy. "What? What? Something's happening? What the fuck? Nothing ever happens here."
2)STARE.
They then locate the source of the excitement. "Oh my Buddha." The gawk, open mouthed and shocked.
(Note here that really nobody offers to help, usually only one person will make an effort to lend a helping hand)
3)SHRUG.
The casual looker-on-er's will then shrug like, "Meh... I now find myself too marvelous to be bothered." They then just ignore whatever just happened and go on with their life undisturbed.
So the next time you're chillin' in Seb-town you will know the protocal. Yeah, you're welcome.
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