Kippurrific
I got onto the highway late today, around oh-fuck-o’clock. I knew I was doomed to spend close to two hours in evening rush hour, but I didn’t. I sailed down the 10 doing close to 80 wondering if I missed an earthquake. Where were my rush hour peeps?
It dawned on me when I passed the Fairfax exit that it was a Jewish holiday. While all the Hollywood Jews were home atoning, I was having my Honda high holiday.
Home in 35 minutes.