This is going to be a stupid story to tell... but I'll go with it. It's my hidden complaint about myself... The story goes like this:
I'm on the 405 heading into West LA, when I hear about a traffic accident right around Inglewood Ave. Apparently, it's blocking the carpool and the left lanes, so as expected, the freeway slows to a crawl as the left two lanes merge over. I merge over as well. There's an elderly (and by elderly, I had to question that the man at the wheel had the facilities to react quickly to any situation. A CHP cruiser had its flashers on behind this gentleman, so I allow some space for him to move to the right... but he doesn't seem to do it. He stops in the lane the officer needs to move through to get to the scene. Eventually, he makes his way in (I left so much room in front of me, it was rediculous), still partially blocking the carpool lane - however there was enough room for the officer to go around the left side of the appropriately champagne-colored sedan the elderly man was driving.
As we creep forward and eventually move past the wreckage, the traffic picks up for all of about 40 seconds, and then we're slow again. The elderly gentleman starts making his way back to the carpool, which is equally as slow, trying to merge into a spot where a van was. I notice another lady in the lane to my right chuckling and laughing at the situation. I look again, and she turned to light her cigarette... with one of those giant lighters that I think I've only used for starting fireplaces and barbeque grills.
Anyway - I had to laugh. Not so much a complaint, but to me a very silly view on California traffic. There's always something interesting to see, particularly if you're into the mundane. As I apparently am.
