You try to have a conversation with Hippy Chick. You mention the weather and she ask's you whether or not you can weather the weather. You ask her where she's from and she starts ranting about the war in Vietnam. Then she goes on about how God is a woman, and that crystal energy can cure the dolphins. She talks of bra burning and her Volkswagen bus. Then she asks you if you think Ringo is just as cute as a button. etc, etc, etc...

As soon as there is a lull in her diatribe you make your excuses and split. You, as they say, make like a hippy and blow this joint.

There is a car parked out front with the motor running.

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