Yes, I’m venting. Here are things I’ve witnessed in the past 48 hours that make me want to slap people.
This is the intersection of Beverly Blvd. and Santa Monica Blvd. near my apartment. Note the red light, and the sign reading “No Turn On Red”. You can’t see it well but on the further pole it a second sign as well as a red arrow. Note the grey Audi ignoring all three. Drives me totally bats. Every once in a while BHPD sets up a sting operation; I wish they’d do it every day, especially since I actually cross the street there.
To the man who parked his Mercedes (Not that the make matters) in front of a fire hydrant to get into Starbucks (one that has parking in the back): I wasn’t in the there, but I can imagine you were just fuming at the delay. I hope West Hollywood Sheriff got there before you got your latte.
To the guy in the suit and tie at the local Koo Koo Roo who got a water glass (small, clear disposable plastic) rather than one for soda (larger opaque re-washable ones): you drank four glasses of Powerade before sitting down with your water to eat, then hurriedly drank three more before leaving. Really? It’s less that two dollars. You clearly aren’t starving; isn’t stealing soda a little pathetic?
There are five outdoor tables on the patio of the BH Market. To the two of you bypassed the tables on the sidewalk in front of Whole Foods, where you have actually purchased your lunch, and took two of them at the BH Market, where neither one of you could have been bothered to even go in and buy a soda. Without even offering your extra seat to the elderly lady who had actually been shopping there and just wanted to eat her cottage cheese in the shade. You’re coming back as a dung beetle.
To the young woman who got pinched in a sting operation using your dead mother’s handicapped parking pass while going to the gym, and upon being caught had a giant self-righteous hissy-fit that the officer confiscated it and wrote you a ticket. We should hold you down and have Stephen Hawkings back over your knees in his motorized wheelchair.
Can you tell it’s week three of the New Years resolution to lose 20 lbs? For the safety of the greater LA Basin I may have to have some cheesecake..
Feel free to chime in with your pet peeves in the comments..
Photo: my iPhone