LA

I have been living in LA for three years now, and granted, that is not very long in the amount of years that I have lived elsewhere (in fact, that is exactly how long I worked at Barnes and Noble planning my move out here). I feel like I am just now starting to get a handle on life, not only on the west coast, but specifically in Los Angeles, both being complete brain mashes. But sometimes really odd things happen that I know would not happen where I grew up because people are not that friendly (forget southern hospitality, it does not exist. It is a myth).

I was driving to my favorite little cafe, stuck at that horrible light on Beverly when I look over I see this girl with a Greenpeace shirt on. When I am walking, I do not make eye contact with people because I am not normally the eye contact, stop and chat sort of girl (you know the ones). But for some reason, my gaze lingered and she looked at me and waved. So I waved back. Next thing I know, she is yelling at me to play rock paper scissors while I am in my car and she is on the corner. I was like, "yeah, alright," because, come on. I lost three times. But to be fair, I had never played stoplight rock paper scissors before. I drive a stick shift after all. That takes concentration.