Dear Diary:

On a visit to the Union Square Greenmarket, while hovering over a mound of winter squash, I witnessed this exchange between a couple of "grunge" types. Both were clad in worn-out, oversize clothing, had pierced lips and noses, wore their hair in natty dreadlocks, and sported makeup reminiscent of the rock group Kiss. Said one to the other in a confidential whisper, "you have something in your teeth."