It's official

I'm a hippie.

I was at Family Dollar last night (where I purchased a box of dryer sheets for .18 cents...that was just the tax. I think I confused the poor cashier.)

But the point of this story: as I was checking out, the chasier started to put my one item in a bag, and I tried to say, "No, I don't need a bag," but it was too late. But the lady behind me said (and she didn't say it meanly, it just sounds like it typed out) "She don't need no bag, she's a hippie."

I tried to think of something to say, but all I could do was shrug in a "Guilty as charged" way.