Downtown
Petula Clark was never trying to get there Summer 2015, Los Angeles.
We're going Downtown! to see one of the most beautiful public libraries in the world, I told my son.
Noon, weekday, summer. It's not rush hour. The Dodgers are not playing in thirty minutes. It's a parking lot on the freeway though. After twenty minutes of bumper-to-bumper traffic, I start to think about going back home. After twenty-five, I tell my husband to pull off at the next exit, which by the way, is only two exits from our home exit, but little would you know that from the time we've spent not traveling. "We're taking the metro," I announce.
Bryan, that's the husband in the story, doesn't do well with spontaneity and starts hyperventilating.
"What do you mean?! What are you talking about? You're not making sense."
I'm driving. All he has to do is look at the phone and enter "metro station."
It's like two blocks south of the freeway. We've arrived...