I Love L.A.
Saturday in Chinatown, the parking vendor blocked my entry and
demanded cash. I lowered the window of my 1994 Volvo sedan.
“I’m going to the bank.”
“Special event rave. Ten dollar. Get validation, money pay back to you.”
“But I’m going to the bank because I’m out of money.”
“No ten dollar, no park. And no go rave.”
Pointedly, I look along the sidewalk at the folks flocking to The Cornfields,
the gangly guys a metal detector’s delight, and the young girls Miley Cyrus proud.
“Do I look like somebody going to a rave?”
“You look like somebody have ten dollar.”
Had to come back on Monday.
WTF is that?
Tags: It’s not you it’s me; Porsche next life; stash some cash; keep dollars in the ashtray
That’s funny.
again, LOL
love this… and the good news is, “you look like somebody…”