I had to go out today, as I'm almost out of insulin needles, and I've got 2 diabetic cats. I also had to deposit a check so I could pay for said needles. This meant I had to go to both Wrightwood and Phelan. I left a little after 10 am.
Hwy 2 into Wrightwood was like the 405 near LAX. Well, not quite, because people on the 405 don't let their kids out of the car to go run to the side of the road and play in the snow until the cars start moving again.

Thankfully, I found parking at the Post Office. I did the rest of my errands on foot.
Kudos to the library for the "Library parking only until after 2pm" sign.
I dig AV Bank. The music's always great and everyone is very friendly.

I checked on my dojang (TKD school). Someone spit or threw something on the front door again.

I cleaned that up, wishing I could catch these idiots.
I popped into Twin Threads to drop off a couple things I made while snowbound. (They take handmade items on consignment.) My stuff will be cheap until I get better at it.

It was time to head into Phelan, so I made the trek back to my car. I saw some kids holding a sign up as I got to the gas station. When I got to them, their signs said, "Flatlanders GO HOME." I expressed my support to them. One guy caught the snowball that was thrown at him and threw it back.

Hwy 2 was slightly better, but there were more idiots parked in the turnout lanes.

I'm very glad we have that signal at the 138/2 intersection, 'cause all the idiots that think the land there is their personal playground would have made it impossible for me to turn left!

I looked to my left on the way into Phelan, and people were PARKED ON THE 138!

Errands were run quickly, and I picked up lots of Red Mango goodness for lunch.
Some guy stopped on the 138 so he could back up and parallel park on the side of the road. He did not understand why I was honking at him. Uh, maybe because you're parking illegally on one of the most dangerous highways in the country?

I got a snowball thrown at my car by an idiot woman (and mother of two) who crossed in front of my car, and did not like it when I told her to try a different tactic next time she was in her marital bed (yeah, I know, not classy, but I can't stand morons who put ME at risk for vehicular assault!). Her husband was even more clueless--I started to close the gap between my car and the car in front of me (who had "Get out of my way, I'm a local!" written on their back window), and yet he still walked in front of my car carrying a child! I have a picture of the family, complete with Dad flipping me off. Lovely.
I chatted with a local on DFR, who told me some family was BBQ-ing up the road a bit. I yelled to them that I was calling the police, and tried to, but dispatch didn't pick up.

I'm sooo tempted to put up a "Private Property: Snowplayers will be shot" sign up at DFR and Hwy 2. Though the next idiots who decide to play on the illegally graded land behind me will see just how filthy of a mouth I can get.
I'm staying in until Monday, possibly Wednesday. These idiot tourists bring out the worst in me.
