What You Hear in L.A.
I’m on my way to doggie yoga.
Get me the top [fill in the blank – attorney,
accountant, plastic surgeon] in town.
All three of them.
No, I haven’t had any work done.
I’m freezing. It’s sixty-four degrees out
there.
I get a new car every year.
From the grocery checker on a Thursday
afternoon: Have a good weekend.
My car only has 219,000 miles on it.
From Craiglist L.A.: Life coach. Reasonable.
WTF is that?
Tags: Smoke and mirrors, lox and bagels,
beans and rice, ying and yang, whatever you want
You are one esoteric gal. I need a roadmap to follow this one. I think my mama dropped on my head when I was a baby. She swears she didn’t but what else can explain my denseness. Why don’t we get together (we reporters) and you can explain over lunch?!!! Our other partner in crime is due back in town, so let’s try to work that out.
enjoying these little columns. you have me listening now when i’m out and about.