One Big Bubble of WTF

So yesterday I was at the DMV, renewing my license.... Which by the way in LA is possibly up there with root canal... and this guy on a motorcycle, who looks about 30 asks me:
"so, did you just get your license, you look about 16, first time on the road"

Internal Dialog Time: "Okay, really, really??? if you thought I was 16, why the hell are you talking to me, and if you are trying to compliment me maybe you should try one where you don't come off as a deranged pedophile."

External Dialog: "uh, thanks?"

Guy: "yeah, I am a pro-boxer on the circuit"

Internal Dialog "What Circuit... would this be Circuit City or did I miss hear Circus"
External Dialog "Oh, where"

Guy "Arcadia." (at this point he winks and nods, at his own importance.)

apparently, he fought his way up from the rough streets of Pasadena to hit the ol' big time Arcadia Circuit.... Hooray... Next up I will meet a pro-wrestler from the hardknock streets of West Hollywood.

Ladies and Gentlemen, that is what I am dealing with in LA. Egomaniacs with no discernible skills, not to be confused with Actors who own more beauty products than you and 45 year olds shopping for there next ex-wife.

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Also, as there has been evident confusion over the call time thing.

You may wait longer than 7 days to call a girl if you are:
A. Really Vince Vaughn
or
B. Justin Timberlake

Otherwise, Get off your ass and call the girl or don't ask for her freaking number... I can not emphasize this enough.