These are, to be sure, a very fine set - on Santa Monica Boulevard - seen while in stationary traffic en route to, yes, the dentist. My dentist will be able to move back into her Pacific Palisades house tomorrow - she was one of the lucky ones, on the fringes of the fire - but has, of course, a house still very much smelling of smoke. Four large air filtering units were delivered to her office today, while I was inverted in the chair. Could the delivery guy possibly take them downstairs again, and put them in her car? No, he could not - despite the promise of a large tip/bribe/extra payment being dangled in front of him. If I'd been her, I'd have run after him with an electric drill ... there has been so much helpfulness all over LA to those dealing with all sorts of different degrees of post-fire disruption, trauma, and endless organization, but he seemed to have missed that memo. May he suffer deep and excruciating toothache in the very near future.
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