i almost set my mother's car on fire today. quite literally.
The needle indicating temperature crept up towards the red line and I was not going to have the engine blow out on me when I was in the middle of a busy street, thank you very much, except the traffic was atrocious and so I couldn't really get the car moving enough to cool it down.
I forgot how much I hated the baggage that came with driving in LA: people on cell phones, people who don't signal, pedestrians who think you're omniscient (well, fuck, we do that at school but that's because we're a pedestrian-heavy area), skyrocketing oil prices...blah blah blah.
My mother was sitting shotgun and mildly freaking out and the traffic was unbearably slow (seriously, I don't need a dead car on my hands) and I couldn't buy my birthday cake. Because of car trouble.
Ah, well.
I forgot how much I hated the baggage that came with driving in LA: people on cell phones, people who don't signal, pedestrians who think you're omniscient (well, fuck, we do that at school but that's because we're a pedestrian-heavy area), skyrocketing oil prices...blah blah blah.
My mother was sitting shotgun and mildly freaking out and the traffic was unbearably slow (seriously, I don't need a dead car on my hands) and I couldn't buy my birthday cake. Because of car trouble.
Ah, well.