Santa Monica is filled with two major stereotypes: Rollerblading Jerks and Elderly Road Crossers. The elderly road crossers are kind of adorable, if you're not in a rush. I don't think I've ever been at a Santa Monica crosswalk without having to wait for an Elderly Road Crosser to shuffle across the street. Being stereotypes, they obviously have canes or walkers or grocery carts, if not all of the above. They are usually very precious and bespectacled and wearing exactly what they're wearing in your head when you picture a little old lady crossing the road. I just love them because in my head they are all war heroes and even if that's not true, they definitely lived through the Depression. Poor dears.
The Rollerblading Jerks are another story entirely. Why Rollerblade? It's unnatural and frankly, kind of a cop out as far as I'm concerned. It's the lazy man's jogging. I cannot see how Rollerblading gives any kind of aerobic workout whatsoever, yet every single Rollerblading Jerk in Santa Monica acts as though they're training for the Ultra Physically Fit Rollerblading Olympics. It's also impossible to tell whether a Rollerblading Jerk is in control or not, therefore making driving in their general vicinity kind of treacherous. Hitting a Rollerblading Jerk would definitely wreak havoc on a front hood and windshield.
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