Living In a Movie
February 11, 2008
On the way home from work today, I was waiting at a green light for a homeless woman to cross the street so I could make a left turn. She stopped in the middle of the street, reached down, and picked up something, while I was waiting for her with a line of cars behind me, unsure if I should just go around her, lest she decide to run right in front of me. I figured she must’ve stopped to pick up some change, but I realized I was wrong when a thunk hit my roof, and I looked up to find her waving her hand dismissively and glaring at me. All I was doing was waiting to make a left turn. I didn’t even honk. There’s a reason Los Angeles’ largest industry is film: More often than not, living here feels like living in a movie.
I know what you mean. I saw a truck do one of those weave things on the street that take two of the wheels off the ground so it is rolling on either the left or right side. Kind of like in the movie “Twins.”
She’s probably just really used to people honking at her, so she just automatically picks up a stone and throws it at the first car in line. Kind of like muscle memory – when she gets to the middle of the street she throws a rock.
Unfortunately, you, an innocent Minnesotan, were the victim of this poor woman’s learned behavior. Interesting.
See you soon!
I hope you gunned it then and ran over her.