When I Can See It

I love LA. Mostly. Usually. Often. Uh... from time to time.
   I was out running errands just now, and I thought I needed to clean my glasses. The road ahead was hazy and indistinct. So I took my glasses off and the road was still hazy and indistinct. I blinked my eyes and rubbed them, still hazy. I turned on the windshield wipers, still hazy.
   I rolled down the window and stuck my head out. Still hazy.
   What are you gonna do when the atmosphere looks like you're wearing smudged lenses? Cut yourself a slice of air and breathe deep, you're in LA.