This morning on my drive to work I witnessed a small morsel of road rage. Or some kind of rage.
I was traveling down Santa Monica Blvd and had just pulled into the left turn lane for Gower when I noticed that there was no opposing traffic. There was a DWP pickup truck with a guy in a vest standing next to it. As I glanced up he was talking to a guy in a new green pickup with no plates. The truck was pissed about something because it screeched around the pickup and sat there, glancing in his rear view mirror for a moment and then made a right turn onto Gower.
The DWP guy got back into his truck and eased up to the intersection and was talking on his walkie-talkie and then put it down and followed the guy onto Gower.
The pickup truck was down at the T intersection of Eleanor by then and was attempting a U-turn. But the DWP screeched around the corner and barreled up to the truck, pulling out towards the middle of the street, preventing him from turning around. So the truck jostled and went down Eleanor. The DWP truck followed.
I have no idea what was going on. I don’t know if these guys knew each other or if there were some words and thoughts expressed that riled them up while the DWP was pulled over on Santa Monica (there were two orange cones on the street, so I’m guessing he was there in some official capacity). The green pickup was not readily identifiable as it had no plates on the front or back (and I didn’t get the make of it).
By the time I turned left and approached Eleanor, the two trucks were long gone.