I Would Like To Introduce An Asshole...

I was running some errands today, and I finally got to meet THE guy. The guy who cuts everyone off when he's getting on the freeway. The guy who cuts you off to get off the freeway when he is on the cell phone and suddenly remembers "This is my exit!" The guy who will cut you off in the Trader Joe's parking structure on Culver Blvd. And the same guy who will say he's "sorry" even when he's not. The guy who I scared the shit out of today when I called him on it, because when you are in a parking structure, you don't have a lot of places to run and hide.

Pretty exciting moment. He pulled into a parking spot on the second level and I pulled up next to him, and told him what an asshole move that was. See, I was pulling in, and there are two enteries. I pulled in after getting my ticket and waited there because there was another car waiting. So this asshole, in the other entrance pulls really wide, and slots himself in front of me and on the rear bumper of the car I am behind, effectively making me wait another cycle to get into the lot to park. All 6'3" and 220 tattooed pounds of me, stepping out of my truck to tell him what an asshole move that was shook him up a bit.

Anyway, here is a blown up shot of his licence, sorry, but the structure is dark and he was moving to get out and gone, I think he thought I was going to follow him home or something. He was in what looked like late 40's, grey curlyish hair, wearing some "I'm a Hollywood Insider" type sunglasses. He still had the "I bought this car from Some Rental Company" license frame. It was a black Ford Five Hundred. He exited onto Culver Blvd, made a right onto Venice and got into the left lane for the 10 Freeway entrance.

Here is a picture of the front of the car as I was passing him going home. Again, I was moving and the guy was not. I hoped for a better shot, at least some of his puckered chocolate starfish face. There are tons of them out there, and you may have met him somewhere before. He might have been driving a different car, might not have had grey hair, might not even have been a male. "The Asshole" comes in many different shapes and sizes. Keep your eyes peeled. If you see "The Guy" make sure you give him the one finger salute, I did, and it made me feel a little better about NOT being an asshole. Do it before it's too late, because next time, it might be you that meets "The Asshole."