Are you Half-Full?
My mom was (even to the end). And she really-really tried to pass her look-on-the-bright-sideness to me. I thought about her A LOT on Friday…
Lucky or Unlucky, depending on how you look at it.
It’s a typical I’ve-planned-too-many-things-Friday when I realize traffic isn’t cooperating. The thing is, since they started construction on the 405 (which seems like for.ever ago) there’s no way to know how long it’ll take to go anywhere in this city! I get up early and head to the Westside, because I’m addicted to Steve Ross’s classes at Maha Yoga and the juice cleanses from Pressed Juicery at 26th & San Vicente.
Feeling mellow after class and carrot-coconut juice I figure I’ve got plenty of time to make it to my Acting Class in West Hollywood. WRONG! Heading east, there’s gridlock everywhere. Sunset’s backed-up. Wilshire’s backed-up. So I end up driving through the residential streets – meaning stop sign to stop sign — through Westwood, then Beverly Hills — and that’s where I realize I’m running out of time. So I sorta scoot through one intersection, forgetting to yield to the guy in the truck to my left. Oops! Two blocks and multiple flashing-lights later I get BUSTED!
As the tallish, good-looking Bev Hills cop approaches, I blurt out –
I know exactly what I did!
Surprisingly, he comes back with –
Well I don’t think you did it intentionally so I’m going to give you a warning ticket for the yield issue, but a correctable ticket since your brake light’s out.
(Whaaaa? My brake light’s out ?) But actually, I’m so effing relieved I won’t have to deal with Traffic School that I thank him and ask him what that means. He says I just need to go to any Police Station for an inspection after I get the brake light fixed.
After class instead of procrastinating like I usually do, I go to the Hollywood Toyota dealer and get my Pruis brake light replaced. Then I go to the Police Station in West Hollywood for my inspection… But when I go to pay my $15.00 inspection fee, the cops there start laughing because their computer system’s down so they can’t charge me. Yesss!
On my way home, I call Niles (don’t worry, I use hands-free) and playback my story. He tells me I should stop and buy a lottery ticket on the way home, since it’s apparently my LUCKY day.
Would you call it LUCKY or UNLUCKY? Depends, right? Mom would say “LUCKY” but for as for me — well um, I’m still working on my Half-Fullness. Ahahaha…