Tomorrow is street sweeping, which inevitably means that since I worked late tonight, there was no parking to be had on the non-street sweeping side of the street. And somehow, my company gives tomorrow as a holiday (Good Friday).
As I got out of my car, a young man rode past me on his bicycle. He steered with one hand on the handlebars, and held a cell phone to his ear with the other.
As he passed me, he said into the phone,
“You ARE the only person getting my penis, baby.”
Yes, just another day in the life in SoCal.
racing to the red light 
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