Day 39: I Have a Run in with an Old Woman

(I am driving in a parking garage, singing out loud to myself, which is a habit that has gotten stronger since I have moved to LA. I turn a corner and a car comes speeding around. We both slam on our brakes)

Me: What the...

(I get annoyed, but then realize that the other car is being driven by an old woman. Like, crazy old. Like, Grandma Death in Donnie Darko old. She looks frazzles and a little frightened)

(I soften and roll down my window)

Me: Hey, sorry, are you okay?

(She rolls down her window)

Crazy-Old Lady: You f***er!

(She hits the gas and zooms away)

#thatsLA

Grandma Death