Friday morning, my sister asked me if I could take her and her boyfriend to LAX at 5 am! She's crazy, but since I'm just soooo nice I said I would. On the car ride to the airport, we established my favorite word is fuck. I use it in every other sentence. I should really try to stop. But this is not the point of my story.
I HATE dropping/picking up people from the airport, especially at LAX. I always feel like people are honking at me and then I get too stressed out, but regardless, if you ask me to do it I most likely will say yes. So I drop them off, it wasn't as bad since it was so early in the morning. I am half asleep, still drunk, and just not paying attention. I see a sign that says 405/Sepulveda. I'm like yes thats what I want. (p.s. Ive been to LAX sooo many times and KNOW how to get home from there) I go on this little journey which I for some reason THINK is the 405. NO. I was wrong. I was on PC FUCKING H. How did that happen? I have no idea.. So i'm going on my way passing Manhattan, passing Hermosa, passing Redondo and it is still not clicking that hello? you are totally going the wrong way. I was just thinking wow the city lig
hts look so nice this time of day with no one on the roads. Then I see a sign that says PALOS VERDES. I drove 30 minutes SOUTH of my house.
I am an idiot. I know this, but oh well. A 10 minute drive, turned into an hour journey.
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