One of my favorite California jokes involves a man on the plane to LA, moving because of a job transfer, sad because he thinks the state is totally different from others, thinking of the gangs, the earthquakes, the landslides, the wildfires, waste on the sidewalks, and of course a loon (donated by Minnesota?) in Sacramento locking the place up while having parties at "The French Laundry" (not to mention any names...). This man is blessed--for a moment--by another man who tells him that when he finds a nice place to live with a nice school district and a nice neighborhood with good neighbors, he'll find that California is just like any other place, just with better weather.
The man then says "Say, Bob, thanks for the encouragement--by the way, can you tell me what you do for a living?"
Bob's answer; "I'm the tailgunner on a bread truck."
And recently, a gang in Compton made my joke a reality by driving an SUV into a Hispanic bakery and looting it. Hundreds of people thought it was a good idea to commit felony breaking & entering, destruction of property, and more.....for panecitos? And judging by their faces, they were neighbors of those who owned and worked at the bakery. You want to pull them aside and say "hey, if you want to have nice things, you can't be doing this."
Or more bluntly, the bread truck seriously needs a tailgunner.
Clarification: I've had and enjoyed panecitos from a local Mexican bakery. I just prefer to purchase them rather than risk jail time by destroying the bakery and stealing them.
1 comment:
Well, it WAS during a street takeover.
Escape from LA is supposed to be fiction, I swear.
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