It was a typical drive home last night. I was talking with my sister, zoning out since I'm just going from stopped to 1 mph and back to stopped again for 10 miles on a packed 405. She's telling me a story about one of her students who has whooping cough (I thought that was eradicated in the US) when I noticed a lot of flailing in the car to my right.
Now, I don't really pay much attention to people in other cars. One wrong look and you could be in a freeway shooting out here. But with all the commotion, I looked over. It was a nice looking black car with semi-tinted windows. I could see into the back and I thought, "Is that Sharon Osbourne"? Probably, who cares. I continued on.
A moment passed and the car is next to me again. I notice it's a Bentley. This time I see into the front. It's a young 20-something guy driving and he's laughing hysterically. Next to him, doing all the flailing, long black hair wildly blowing, is Ozzy Osbourne. I'm not a fan, but it was kinda interesting to see the hair, black clothes, big rings and tattoos.
As my sister said, even celebrities have to go on the 405. Then again, they're in a Bentley (slightly more comfortable than my car) and they have a driver. Their exit is Sunset Blvd, mine is the valley.
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