You know what I like to do sometimes? I like to take pictures of douchebags. Especially when a guy darts around from behind my car, into the other lane, and back in front of me – only to come to a stop at a red light, 10 seconds later.
But, I like to make a scene of it. You know, blatantly hold the iPhone, high above the steering wheel. Holding it long enough that I see him see me in his rear view mirrow. Taking a picture of his car with his license plate as the focal point. Making him wonder nervously for the rest of the weekend why. Why? WHY??
Today’s episode of Driving Douchebaggery took place on Ventura Boulevard. But, it can happen anywhere.
So can photography.