Whoever painted that bus did a terrible job.
You know when people from newer generations are like “I was totally born in the wrong decade” or “I wish I could have grown up when [insert groovy event, ex. Woodstock] occurred.” Maybe they could if the lazy guys at NASA would focus a little less on counting the planets and a little more on time travel.
Well, I’ve found a loop-hole in this situation. These people longing for a decade change should just hop over to Victoria because I’m pretty sure no one acknowledges the fact that it’s 2011 here.
There are so many instances where people act like their living in the 70’s–from their patchouli drenched clothes, to their patchwork pants. I don’t know what kind of look this is, but its a deterrent for going outside.
I have seen SO many hitch-hikers since I’ve moved here. Especially hitch-hikers with dreadlocks. I’m not saying that dreadlocks are solely from the 70’s (ask 60% of my high school) but they’re definitely not what I would consider “in” right now.
If you listen to the radio stations here, its pretty much all 70’s all the time. Which is fine with me. But after hearing 4 Peter Frampton songs in a row, it gets old.
Also, people on the island use the worst expressions. “Right on” is used practically after every sentence. And I’ve heard a few “jive turkey”s, “far out”s, and of course, “outta sight”s. Thankfully I haven’t heard any “dyno-mite”s yet.
It even smells like the 70’s if you know what I mean. And I think you know what I mean.
I don’t know how this island hasn’t moved on as generations have passed, but it’s kind of nice that everyone is groovy and chill. Cue Partridge Family theme song. In fact, I think I’ve seen their bus driving around here.
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