"You're young and free and gorgeous and inviably laid back. We've seen you: the young woman passing by in the little skirts and the two tank tops (explain that some day) and flip flops: ka-smack, ka-smack, ka-smack. And the guys, with shaggy, curly hair, and knee length cargo shorts, ka-smack, ka-smack, ka-smack. It's like they all grew up down the creek from Dawson. There is a party in progress. Something lazy is going on. They live in some catalogue setting, somewhere else, not here. Their happiness and cheerfulness is sickening, but that's because you have sweaty feet and sore calves." - The Washington Post