Traffic Emergency!
OK, so I’m stuck in bone-crunching, mind-numbingly inching along traffic going from Santa Monica to Century City at 5:15 pm. Totally stressed out, it was a trip that ends up taking almost an hour. Just stupid, but typical, and pity those poor souls who have to brave this every day. Whether you scream, swear, chain-smoke, lay on the horn, talk on the phone, check email, listen to books on tape. music, read or put on mascara, it just doesn’t work. Here’s what you also don’t do: call 911! That’s what John McCain’s idiot brother–who?–where did this guy come from? did at 2 a.m. in suburban DC. Called 911 to complain about the traffic on Interstate 495. When the operator questioned why he would do that, he told him to fuck off. Then the 911 guy called back and got Joe McCain’s voicemail: “Sorry I can’t come to the phone. I’m working on an important family political project.” Guess he’s not any more.
