Only in Brentwood would one come across this:
Is this the world's ritziest driving company, substituting the usual dinged gold Corolla for a behemoth late model Range Rover? Or is it the cruel joke of a parent, seeking to exact embarrassment on his or her child by hanging that sign out the back of West LA's version of the family hauler? I was tempted to ask as I drew along side the tiny girl sitting in the drivers seat, most likely on top of a stack of phone books, both hands mantis-ing at 12 sharp on the wheel... but it seemed cruel to slow both lanes of Sunset to the 25 MPH she was traveling; one was bad enough. I would've loved to see her parallel park.
Sincerely,
Dear Crabby
