So yesterday... I had a HUGE headache. One that starts off small and climbs your spine like a slippery serpent, finally roosting in my head with a throbbing "hello". The reason: I tried to cut caffeine cold turkey.
Yeah. I'm not doing that again.
So I'm driving home, holding my head perfectly still. My car is absolute silence -- no radio, no phone calls. I'm just massaging away the headache. And it's almost gone. I feel somewhat human again... when... I hear someone YELLING at me.
I lower my window and hear the schmuck behind me yelling, "PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF G-D, MOVE YOUR CAR FORWARD ONE INCH!" Normally, this wouldn't be a problem. The impatient man obviously wants to go right, traffic be damed.
The problem is: There's construction going on in the left lane. It had the whole area roped off, except the cross-walk. And, being the corner of La Brea and Hollywood, this was a busy intersection. So not only are cars flying down Hollywood, but people -- lots of people -- are genuinely using the cross-walk.
So, because of the people and the construction workers, I yell out my window... "No. There's a crosswalk." He KEEPS yelling. So I firmly say, "NO. THERE'S A CROSSWALK." Obviously, I had to yell -- cause either he didn't understand English, or, you know, he never shuts up to listen.
At this point, the construction workers in the middle take notice. And they're like, "right on." They start nodding their head. The guy keeps yelling. "COME ON. YOU'RE ALLOWED!" Which is when I simply told him. "F#@K YOU."
Bottom line... I didn't move for safety, the law and finally on principle. Come on, what's waiting at a light one minute going to do to you?
However, it was all the fuel my frickin' headache needed. My adrenaline, late as usual, kicked in as I pulled through the intersection and my heading started pounding like a speaker at a rave.
Like I said, I'm not cutting out coffee. Not if this is the price.
The only good thing to come out of it was Rachel's matzah-ball soup. It was awesome. And it almost fully-restored me to health. The cup of joe I had this morning helped seal that deal.
Yeah. I'm not doing that again.
So I'm driving home, holding my head perfectly still. My car is absolute silence -- no radio, no phone calls. I'm just massaging away the headache. And it's almost gone. I feel somewhat human again... when... I hear someone YELLING at me.
I lower my window and hear the schmuck behind me yelling, "PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF G-D, MOVE YOUR CAR FORWARD ONE INCH!" Normally, this wouldn't be a problem. The impatient man obviously wants to go right, traffic be damed.
The problem is: There's construction going on in the left lane. It had the whole area roped off, except the cross-walk. And, being the corner of La Brea and Hollywood, this was a busy intersection. So not only are cars flying down Hollywood, but people -- lots of people -- are genuinely using the cross-walk.
So, because of the people and the construction workers, I yell out my window... "No. There's a crosswalk." He KEEPS yelling. So I firmly say, "NO. THERE'S A CROSSWALK." Obviously, I had to yell -- cause either he didn't understand English, or, you know, he never shuts up to listen.
At this point, the construction workers in the middle take notice. And they're like, "right on." They start nodding their head. The guy keeps yelling. "COME ON. YOU'RE ALLOWED!" Which is when I simply told him. "F#@K YOU."
Bottom line... I didn't move for safety, the law and finally on principle. Come on, what's waiting at a light one minute going to do to you?
However, it was all the fuel my frickin' headache needed. My adrenaline, late as usual, kicked in as I pulled through the intersection and my heading started pounding like a speaker at a rave.
Like I said, I'm not cutting out coffee. Not if this is the price.
The only good thing to come out of it was Rachel's matzah-ball soup. It was awesome. And it almost fully-restored me to health. The cup of joe I had this morning helped seal that deal.
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