This afternoon, driving around L.A., I got in a really foul mood. Driving in L.A. can do that to you. Unexplained gridlock. Selfish cutter-offers. Straight out crappy drivers. Luckily, my attitude got a facelift when I encountered a flirtatious Goodwill donation center attendant about 15 years my junior.
"Wow! I'm intrigued by the collection of stuff you brought in," he grinned, as he sorted through my donation bags. "What's your name? Oh. You look Nictate-ish. So anyway, if you want someone to go shopping with to refill your house now that this stuff is gone, let me know! I'm here almost every day, it seems."
Between him and the dude who helped me avoid knocking down a seven foot tall stack of paper towels in the grocery store an hour later, my beotch factor was dialed down to reasonable range. I guess Los Angelenos aren't that bad once you get them out of their cars.
"I like rice. Rice is great when you're hungry and you want 2,000 of something."
"Last week I helped my friend stay put. It's a lot easier than helping someone move. I just went over to his house and made sure he did not start loading shit into a truck."
- Late comedian Mitch Hedberg
(quoted in the latest Entertainment Weekly)