Long Beach—Saturday Morning
Yesterday afternoon, after navigating traffic snaffus on the 405 and attempting to find parking in Beverly Hills for a medical appointment, one of the WAYMO cars, (that to me look like helmits out of Star Wars), and I had a confrontational meeting of the NON minds.
It was in my way and like a stubborn bull, would not move. I muttered “Just go home”, and then thought, “Oh, wait a minute, WHERE do they go at night? Or do they just keep driving endlessly?”
Investigation on my part:
There are designated parking lots for these white whales, HOWEVER apparently they have problems settling down and they endlessly honk at each other while trying to find their landing spot. Acting out renegades after a day of supposedly followiing the rules.
Hilarious.
Unless one lives in close proximity to said parking lots.
Yet another unfinished ‘genius’ idea.