Tuesday, July 22, 2008


I went to Ralph's to pick up milk this morning. An older gentleman and his wife were cutting across the parking lot through the spaces--not along any sort of lane. Then he cuts into my lane and slams on his breaks. We were no where close to colliding, but he stared me down like I almost hit him. Dude, even if we did wreck, it would totally be your fault. You were going the WRONG WAY down my lane after ILLEGALLY cutting across a parking lot. Don't stare me down, assmunch. He continued glaring as they drove by. So I stared back and laughed.

I swear--the nerve of LA drivers. I need to go back and watch Steve Martin's LA Story now that I'm living out here.


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