You're Not Looking So Hot Yourself

There are many reasons to enjoy Los Angeles, and one of them is the greatness of Koo Koo Roo. It's sort of like a West Coast version of Boston Market for people who are concerned about health and image. However, Koo Koo Roo makes one mean bird, as the saying goes.

Anyway, I went there today for lunch, and I found myself in line behind a dude with a huge purple mohawk. In other words, just another day in Los Angeles. When he was finished paying, the person behind me says, "Talk about scary, huh?". If I were to review all of the people I have seen sporting a mohawk, I would say that this guy was not scary at all. Still, I turned around, to see who it was and said "You can say that again." And who was this person passing style judgment? some 45-year-old trying to look like a 35-year-old with such obvious plastic surgery in her face she would make Joan Rivers or Janice Dickinson look restrained in comparison.

However, in typical LA fashion, as I go outside, both the mohawk guy and the woman so disapproving of his style each drove away in a Prius.