Soon after waking this morning at 8:10 am (having overslept), I was asked/ordered to visit Hollyway Cleaners to pick up some dry cleaning. I like to wake up a bit and maybe sip some coffee before driving. Not this time. “Go now, please.”
Two or three minutes later I was out the door. It was the height of rush hour with Melrose Ave. and Santa Monica Blvd. traffic at a near-standstill…jammed. Did I take the rumblehog, which would have meant that the three-quarters of a mile journey would’ve taken three or four minutes, tops? Of course not. I took the VW Beetle, which resulted in 10 minutes of traffic agony, maybe a bit more.
I love swearing while driving. I get to bark and yell all I want and nobody says anything back.
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