Time: Mid-afternoon. Place: A car en route from Costa Mesa to Hollywood via the freeway. The Rite of Spring is playing loudly on the radio.
HE Does Stravinsky rule, or what? This is just the kind of piece you want to hear while driving on the Los Angeles freeway. (Taking one hand off the wheel to point at the GPS perched on the dashboard) See the Diebenkorn unfolding on the GPS screen? Isn’t it pretty?
The car swerves wildly.
SHE Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! Slow DOWN!
HE (genially) What’s the matter? Don’t you like sailing down the car-pool lane at eighty miles an hour?
SHE (in a still, small voice, covering her face with her hands to ward off shards of flying glass) No.