And here I thought that Californians actually drove better than New Englanders. That doesn't explain why the car coming down the road while I was parallel parking proceeded to slam on his brakes and blow his horn at me, even though I'd seen him coming in my mirrors, gotten out of his way & hadn't moved in about 10 seconds. I thought I'd pretty much made it clear that I wasn't going anywhere until he passed me, though apparently he thought I was just waiting for him to come along so I could pull out & hit him.

I was behind an L.A. cop car last night on my way up to a bar to meet up with some friends, and the distance between us was closed when the cops stopped at a red light & I pulled up behind them. It was only because I was that close that I was able to notice the car keys hanging out of the trunk lock. Apparently, one of them had stuck the key in the trunk and left the key ring there and forgotten to take the keys out when they were done with the trunk. Don't they occasionally keep weapons in the trunk? Well, I guess they call them "L.A.'s finest" for a reason... I'm not quite sure what it is though.