So I'm waiting in line at Vons and the guy in the next aisle is hitting on the cashier. He says:

"...like, y'know? I write out stories and, like, thoughts and stuff. It's, like, y'know? Like, I've been doing it since, like, 1984 and it's really, just, like... Uh..."

"That's cool," she says.

"Yeah," he says, savoring the word. "Cool. It's, like, cool. Y'know?"

And a guy that's standing off to the side of the cashier suddenly speaks up. "I'm living with her," he says.

"Oh..." says the guy. "OK. Like, cool."

He didn't stand a chance. Everybody knows you need a mailing list and a Web site to get the babes. Like, duh.