So, there I am, cruising along at 30 miles an hour--practically speeding on the 101, when suddenly we all came to a dead stop. Up ahead I could see flashing lights and a highway worker truck.
"Hmmm, " I said to myself, "there wasn't construction here yesterday. Maybe it's an accident. I do see a police car."
Ten minutes later, as I inched past, what did I see? A mangled car? The end of a high-speed chase? An alien spacecraft? No.
It was a STREET CLEANER!!!! Are you kidding me with this? A street cleaner??? On the freeway??? During morning rush hour??? Isn't that what community service is for???
At least I found street parking after only two trips around the block.