I Sold An iPhone Yesterday

So I’m biking home yesterday, eastbound along Del Valle from Crescent Heights in the quaint Carthay District. Arriving at the red light at Fairfax Avenue, a young woman standing at the corner with another lady calls out “Excuse me,” and approaches.

“Do you happen to know where South Orange Grove is?” she asked.

If it was in the area I’d probably biked past it a hundred times, but searching the memory banks proved futile. The only results that came up were streets of that same name located in Hollywood and Pasadena/South Pasadena. I shook my head, apologizing for not knowing and her shoulders slumped a little. Then it dawned on me that I had the answer in my backpack and I told her to hang on a second while I fished out my iPhone and engaged the maps app.

Punching in “South Orange Grove, Los Angeles” and tapping search button, in a few moments we all learned that South Orange Grove Avenue was literally right next door — the next block east of Fairfax. And yes, I had biked by it a hundred times.

Both ladies thanked me for my assistance, with the woman who flagged me down asking me what type of phone I had. I told her.

“That’s it. I’m getting one of those!”