It sucks my neighbors are moving soon. They’re a super nice couple who walked my dog, fed me often and gave me the benefit of having two ER doctors 15 steps away. When I hurt my finger, they were here. (Though I’d always imagined the first time I’d knock on their door needing help I’d be choking on a meatball sub. Live and learn.)It was all good. And then I found out they bought their hospital scrubs from the “Grey’s Anatomy” collection, ruining all the work I’ve done here dispelling the myths about LA.
Way to go, guys. How do I block you in real life?
