Last night, I had my writer’s group over for a soiree, and a couple of people didn’t make it due to the rain. I’m still getting used to the intense amount of discussion and hand-wringing in Los Angeles regarding rain. And I don’t mean mudslides, I mean just driving on the highway. Then my friend Chris, a fellow transplant from D.C. (a literal swamp where it rains all summer long) explained it thusly:
“Rain in L.A. is like snow in D.C. We get an inch, and people become irrational.”
Maybe that’s it.