Playing chicken

I was driving home in stop-and-go traffic the other day, and kept passing and falling behind one car in particular. I only noticed it because at one point I looked in the driver's side window and thought to myself, hey, that guy kind of looks like the Colonel Sanders, and then kept on driving.

A few minutes later (actually, about half an hour later but sadly only a mile or so down the road) the car passed me, and as it pulled ahead, I took note of the license plate: 97 KFC.

Only in LA, kids, only in LA.