I pulled into a parking spot this morning in the oh, so lovely Beverly Hills and heard a honk behind me. I turned to see what the issue was and there was a white-haired woman in her Mercedes Benz staring at me with her window rolled down.
In the most nasally, whiny voice she screamed, "Excuuuse me, but your blinker appears to be broken. You better get it checked out and get it fixed."
She huffed and puffed and drove away. There was a guy standing outside his car next to me who saw the whole thing go down. I immediately looked at him for reassurance and he just laughed.
"Isn't this city great?!"
Was so glad someone was there with me to witness everything Beverly Hills has to offer.