Oh yeah, sure, come to California. Come to L.A., they rave.
It’s such a wonderful little town…who wouldn’t want to live here?
We live the life in Los Angeles. Hear that, America? Comprendé? You’re nobody until you can breathe the rarefied air of this beautiful anal fissure by the PacO.
It’s truly wonderful. How, and why, was I so fortunate as to have found myself cosmically inserted into this city that “boasts” of triple-digit temps in October and single-digit traffic to accompany…on a Saturday afternoon?
Yesterday, there was this:
My car thermometer, always of dubious accuracy, read 108 degrees.
If you dox the geographic coordinates, you’ll see I was in the 90091 zip code area of Southeastern Los Angeles county.
And if you trigger that data on Weatherunderground (a truly meteorological bastion for the aficionado) with said zip code, you will find it was not too far off from my unscientific automobile thermometer.
Doesn’t this make you want to rush to Los Angeles?
Desert heat in the Autumn, traffic jams on Saturday afternoons (this was normal traffic…there were no stalls or accidents to blame). What more could you ask for?
Hmm. Maybe Sunday, October 11?
Today my car thermometer only read 102 degrees. A cooling trend!
And once again, for the sake of consistency (one of my strong points), and for the sake of all doxistas, one will note that I was immersed in the 90091 zip code again.
This traffic sucked, but I will concede that there was a hellacious incident of such magnitude and destruction that the CHP sent one entire unit. Definitely goes a long way in explaining the Sunday afternoon traffic jam.
Oh, and my advanced automobile atmospheric instrumentation?
Not off by much.
Why, I ask.
Why would anyone from a civilized area of the United States seek to consciously live in such a “wonderful” locale like Los Angeles? I no comprendé.