Only in Los Angeles

A trivial, ironic and highly entertaining story I thought I'd share:

On my way home yesterday, I was driving behind a white F150 with a shell. On this truck's shell was writing advertising the driver's occupation. On one side was something like, "Relax, Refresh, Rejuvenate." And on the back was, "Soothe your mind and body. Massage Therapy." And then a phone number was given, which I did not take down, and you'll know why in a minute.

As we all were driving, a car in front of the white truck slows to a stop, turns on his left blinker and waits to turn left into an alley. Perfectly legitimate. Well, the truck driver began honking, screaming obscenities and shaking his fist out the window. He was so obnoxious that someone on the sidewalk yelled at him and told him, "Shhh!" This was a Sunday afternoon, for goodness sake. I was half tempted to call the number on the back and inform them as to why I would never be using their services.

Anyhow, after the raucous, we proceeded onward when all of the sudden the truck stopped, turned on his left blinker and waited to turn left onto another street, all the while holding up a good amount of traffic. I laughed the rest of the way home. Only in Los Angeles.