I look forward to the craze for this nasty means of transport being over. If they're in motion, these scooters are weaving around over the road - occasionally, but by no means usually, in a bike lane; or they're seeking to mow one down on or near campus. But more usually, they're lying in an unwieldy heap on a sidewalk, ready for someone who's not paying attention, or, worse, who has vision issues to trip over them. Only rarely do they seem to be neatly propped up against a wall, as here. This, however, is mysterious. It's en route to Keck - we were driving to USC via Alice's PT appointment - and this is a wall in an industrial hinterland - certainly not in the hipsterdom, or tourist enclaves that one associates with these things. There wasn't even a pot dispensary nearby. Maybe somebody's $1 worth of mobility just ran out at this point ...
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