So, I'm driving to work today, my commute, as it would be, since I've moved to Long Beach. It's not a bad commute by no means, but I have to get on the dreaded 405 for a brief time. The 405 is an evil mistress. Some days, she is good to you, and speeds you along quickly to your destination, other days she spits in your face, kicks you in the crotch, calls you a cheap whore, and makes you wait for everyone else to have a turn. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating, but you know that's how we all fill sitting in traffic for hours on end, because everyone needs to slow down to watch the old man change his tire on the side of the road. Anyway, that's not really the point to my story, I'm just rambling. I was driving to work, I had just masterfully merged on to the 110 from the 405, without cutting anyway off. That is a challenge in it self. Anyway, I come up behind a slow moving truck, of course I get annoyed and decide to pass. As I'm passing this is what I saw....
Yes it says, "Culver City Meat - You can't beat our meat!". I did a double take, and thne laughed and smirked the rest of the way to work. It made my day, and didn't matter anymore that my mistress whore had spit in face, and I was going to be late for work. By the way, I didn't take this picture, I found it on the internet, but the company, the truck, and the tag line do exist. I saw the truck this morning.....
Yes it says, "Culver City Meat - You can't beat our meat!". I did a double take, and thne laughed and smirked the rest of the way to work. It made my day, and didn't matter anymore that my mistress whore had spit in face, and I was going to be late for work. By the way, I didn't take this picture, I found it on the internet, but the company, the truck, and the tag line do exist. I saw the truck this morning.....