Meanwhile, at a stop sign in LA
You hear a lot about driving in LA. Mostly about the bad traffic and how the freeways are the size of Zeus’ penis.
But that’s not the worst part. It’s the stop signs. They’re like a Chinese finger trap with absolutely no escape.
No matter what, the drivers wave you on. Are you third in line for the rotation? Doesn’t matter, you’re getting a wave. Like the Queen was in town for a visit. Constant, gentle waving. “You go.”
No, you go.
Yum. I’ve got a lot of sides in here. You go.
(Editor’s Note: Yes, I just linked to a Star Trek episode. TNG rules).
