Mornings are generally quiet around here, the low hum of the 101 present in the background as Ms. Kitty eats and then goes outside. This morning, after some unusual sounds outside, kitty runs back in, ears up at full alert, eyes wide, tail down and twitching. I hear some yelling outside. What the hell is going on?
Still in my pj's, I head outside, the street seems quiet. I head back in and hear more yelling. I head back out and look again. At the opposite end of the road, it seems to be a minor accident, a red minivan is pulled over to the side of the freeway entrance, brakelight broken. A man in faded jeans, a plaid shirt, baseball cap and wire-rimmed glasses is in the middle of the road, on his cell phone and picking up pieces. He yells and rants, his agitation obvious. He even get mad at cars that need to get by, gesturing at them with an angry wave of his arm as if they are in his way.