So it's raining today. This is always an experience in LA; everyone giving each other knowing looks with a hint of disappointment in the city before going out and after coming in: "Oh LA, only you would pull one like this--rain." No one has umbrellas, and we all talk about the insane rain of 2005 that washed away roads in San Diego and lasted a month. It's like LA becomes a mid-western rural town where weather eclipses the importance of all other conversation.
"Rainin'."
"Yup."
"Not as bad as 05."
"Nope."
Of course it's the day this week I decide to wear a skirt and sandals. Of course I didn't listen to the crazy security guard when he said it was going to rain, because I try not to listen to the things he says, like time he told his friend died from holding his breath and the other time he told me that he got drunk with the former Chief of Police and his wife and they went to the shooting range. Of course.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
I bet he DID go drunken shooting with the wife of the police chief.
ReplyDeleteNo he totally did. Apparently the CofP's wife is a "crack shot."
ReplyDeleteOr he just got drunk by himself and came to work and threw up in the parking lot like that one time.