L.A. Can't Drive

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What a self-entitled, egocentric prick.  This guy in his purple shirt, pinstripe suit, and Mercedes SL500 convertible with vanity plates typifies everything I hate about stereotypical Beverly Hills.  This asshole, who is clearly suffering from a mid-life crisis, felt that his wealth and social status (whatever that might be in his materialistic mind) justified nearly hitting a pedestrian while peeling out of a garage off of Little Santa Monica when he made a left out of a right turn only exit.  To make matters worse, I doubt he even saw the poor fellow since he was so distracted yapping away about his next business venture on his cell phone.   In fact, from the entire route from Santa Monica to Burton Way to San Vicente, this guy absolutely refused to signal while weaving in and out of lanes.  When I pulled up next to him at a light to see what this prick really looked like, I saw a guy sporting an L.A. pout that would make the Terminator blush.  Listen, man, if you’re so concerned about how you look, why don’t you do something about that bald spot on the top of your head?  It’s not like you can’t afford it.  But, honestly, who the fu*k do you think you are to drive the way you do?  Do you actually think you’re above the law?  Seriously buddy, wealth and nice cars doesn’t give you the right to dismiss traffic laws that are there for the safety of everyone, including your worthless life.  At this point, the lack of signaling didn’t bother me nearly as much as making an illegal left turn and nearly mowing down a pedestrian.

Filed under: aggressive, car lights, cell phone, observation