Tag: Selfishness

Thanks Erica!

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Last night, around 8:30 PM, Erica picked up her Avocado Spread and two drinks from a Starbucks Drive-Thru (6833 Van Nuys Blvd, Van Nuys, CA 91405). Store #23369.

Then she (or they, meaning two persons in the traditional sense of the word) drove to the 15000 Block of Hamlin Street, parked her vehicle, and devoured (her/their) meal.

When (she/they) were done (she/they) threw everything out of (her/their) car, and left (her/their) mess on the street where (she/they) had parked under the exquisite oak trees and had enjoyed a quiet dinner in the peaceful shade of dusk.

(She/they) are, unfortunately, typical of Van Nuys.

These are also the people who speed through red lights, who play their music at full blast in their car, who also steal packages from front porches, and for many people these are our friends, families and neighbors.

Do I care if these people are any particular ethnic group or wounded victim group? Does their identity matter?

Not in the least. Because identity is not a matter of character. You are born with identity but you learn character. I just care that people I live near destroy my surroundings with their ignorant selfishness.

There is no elected leader, no parent, no law enforcement person who can police this kind of selfish behavior.

It is purely a matter of individual conscience and character.

Act Like a Human Being.

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Trader Joe’s , originally uploaded by studio4041.


What turns some drivers into monsters when they get into the Studio City Trader Joe’s parking lot?

Yesterday, I stopped off there, around 11 am, to pick up a few items.

As I waited for an older lady to pull out of a parking space, a “young” woman in a Mercedes had to stop behind me.

Looking in my rear view mirror, I could see the Mercedes lady making gestures and signs indicating that I was “crazy” and “what the fuck are you doing?” That’s right, she was incensed, angered and completely furious that she had to stop inside a parking lot to wait for me to park.

And I needed to back up a bit to allow the old lady in front of me to pull out. The Mercedes driver would not move. With an expressionless Botox face, eyes covered in sunglasses, she was not going to reverse.

I got out of my car and walked back to her. “Would you pull your car back?” I asked. Behind her closed window, she screamed, “You’re crazy. Look at your car! If you lay a hand on my car, I’ll call the police.” She pulled into reverse, maybe 2 feet back.

The old lady pulled out, I pulled in and the Mercedes drove into the lane that exited onto Ventura Boulevard. While she stopped there at the light, I walked up to her again.

“Why don’t you try to act human,” I screamed.

It seemed to have no effect on her whatsoever.