I was driving home from Koreatown on the 110 Northbound today, after a fantastic lunch with my sweet and badass, next-big-thing-in-rock friend Luis today when my car was rear-ended by a bus.
Yup, a big, blue, LAX Flyaway bus no less. The driver didn’t even notice he rear-ended me, and took the 6th street exit. Meanwhile, I took the 3rd street exit, dialed 911, shaking with anger and shock, and waited for the CHP. Three cop cars came, with six cops, I gave them the physical description of the bus driver, and the license plate that I read off the bus (which apparently came off wrong, I must have inverted numbers). They took my information and gave me a police report ID number. Then I called my insurance and they gave me a claim number.
Four things stand out from this experience:
1) I kept thinking of the delicious Korean BBQ I ate with Luis in K-Town.
2) One of the cops had an iPhone, which I commented on, and he said they were so useful for cops.
3)I overheard the cops talk and say “It was a BO number” referring to the bus license plate number. when I asked them what “BO” meant, they said “it’s cop speak” then I asked, “what does it stand for?” and they said they weren’t really sure. Probably “Bad Operation”, but it’s a slang they use for any mistake.
4) One of the cops told me “I don’t mean to sound like I’m taking his side, but that’s kind of what bumpers are for.”