Bad First Impression of Portland?

Yesterday morning, my dad remarked to my brother as they were flying in that he could see why I liked living in Portland.  Then, when they were waiting for their rent-a-car, my dad and brother observed the following exchange between the counter person (Counter) and another person (Person), both white males:

Person:  No ticky?  No ticky?

Counter:  No ticky, no washy!

*facepalm*  

Thank god my dad took it well (he gave a small laugh when telling me this story).  He usually has a tendency not to let stupid BS like that go.  Rachel didn't understand the reference, which I see as a fortunate sign of the times we live in, but this SF Gate article sums it up:

http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/chronicle/archive/2002/07/04/DD125975.DTL

I really think I'm lucky that I've mostly avoided being the party in stories like that.  Maybe its a lame superpower of mine?