Early Errors
Well, the first one isn’t an error. Coming into LAX after some 16 hours of transit, all I could think about were the toilets. There’s no half flush on American toilets, and I just kept thinking about the insane amounts of water pumped down our national bathrooms. It didn’t help when the auto-flush went off again as I left the stall.
Washing my hands, I also panicked at the lack of ability to turn off the tap. I got out my water bottle to contain the excess. It tasted of chlorine; LAX is my fav.
Moving onto the errors, I managed to drive just fine with Jeremy in the car tonight, but had some problems when I stopped paying direct attention. Turning left onto Fullerton, I was shocked to see a man pulling into the wrong lane after his turn. Clearly a drunkard out for a murderous adventure!
Sadly, the lights of oncoming traffic quickly assured me that it was I who was in the wrong lane.
Other than that, however, 10-plus years of right-side driving seems to be holding sway. More frequent activities like looking before crossing the road and the directions I expect trains to come from will probably not go so well.
I’m home; I’m tired. It’s both 1am and 6pm tomorrow. Strange.
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