Running through my neighborhood today, I passed a sign outside a house for sale. Underneath the three signs with phone numbers and information about the realtor, there was a tiny sign dangling from the bottom, on hooks. It said:
“I’M GORGEOUS INSIDE.”
In Los Angeles, even the houses need validation.
Then a police car with sirens blaring raced past me to get to the highway, so maybe there’s a little bit of necessity for the house to be such a braggart.