Was in long beach, tried to buy something with a hundred, the chick looked at it, then had someone else look at it, then had the manager look at it. They said they couldn't take it because it didn't look real because it didn't have the ribbon in it. WTF, is cash a rare item there?
LOL, I lived there back in 2005.
Yes, it's kinda like that all over LA... Some of those kids don't know what color money is, in fact...
Roads did suck though... Potholes were NOT repaired the entire time I lived in CA.
Really liked seeing such a variety of stuff and scenery so close to each other.
That's the Charm of SoCal for me in a nutshell. Great beaches, woods, mountains, skiing, horses, best malls in the world, etc, everything anyone could want all nearby. Wish I could get that somewhere else but I've given up the search now officially.
IS it a requirement to be an asshole to ride a motorcycle in California? I accidentally bumped one cutting through the three feet of space between me and the car in front of me in SF, if that was you lol. I really wanted to open the door in front of one of them, but dealing with the rental car company would have delayed me at the airport.
LOL! I remember my very first trip to CA, way back in the 1990's, when one of those assholes was flying between lanes and headed towards me way too fast to be safe... I was in a rental car too.
I don't know why I did it... Perhaps a sense of it being so unfair that he didn't have to get stuck in gridlock, but I nudged the wheel slightly to the right and... just for a few inches... blocked part of his path and made him think he was about to get squeezed. (While he was moving at about 50 MPH down the middle stripe!)
He immediately threw on the brake and his bike went down hard... His knees and hands were really bloody and he'd be badly scarred for life. His bike hit the back of my rental car but luckily did no damage at all to me.
I pulled the car over to help him and by the time I'd walked over to help him get to his feet, a crowd had formed around him & he was already standing up, pointing, and throwing things at another car that he thought was me! (The one that was in front of mine in traffic... He missed the fact that I'd pulled over.)
He was yelling at the top of his lungs things like "I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU MOTHERFUCKER! I KNOW A BUNCH OF BLOODS AND WE'LL FIND YOU IN YOUR SILVER TOYOTA COROLLA WITH LICENSE PLATE 1234567 AND WE'LL RAPE YOU IN YOUR ASS AND CUT YOUR THROAT TONIGHT! YOU'RE GOING TO DIE YOU FUCKER!! DIE!!!"
...Naturally I didn't volunteer any information to him at that time. :anon.sml:
So the scared bastard in the corolla up there took off like a shot when the light turned green and I have no idea if he still breaths to this day. The biker then just picked up his bike (I actually helped him do so out of some strange sense of guilt) and yelled: "YEAH YOU BETTER FUCKING RUN! I'LL FIND YOU THOUGH AND FUCK YOU SO HARD YOUR GRANDKIDS WILL FEEL IT!"
...And then we all got back in our cars and took off without another word. It was pretty surreal.
When I moved there later I had to get used to those bastards weaving in and out around me in traffic and eventually it was eventually no biggie. And when I visit Bangkok it's that much worse again when you find that the MAJORITY of people there are on those little motorbikes, and the cars are totally at their mercy! (They even put their hands on your car to balance themselves at stoplights as if your car was just a rock for them to use...) I just hate that shit... But it's part of the culture.