Red Light, Green Light
Who knew LA traffic could be so much fun.
"Oh come on!" David shouts as he pushes on the horn. It is Friday, Valentine's Day, and our romantic evening out has turned into a commuter's return nightmare. "We will get there when we get there," I try to assure him, his frustration giving me a slight headache. I glance over as he punches the horn again. "We are already thirty minutes late for our reservation, Shadow," he grumbles as we slowly creep along the freeway....