This is one of those commentaries about the difference between the East Coast vs. the West Coast. Los Angeles, for all it's hype, is a city that shuts down early. Sure, you may find some places that are open 24 hours, like this pharmacy that I worked at for a short stint, but the only people really patronizing there at 3 am are hookers, strippers, and other insomniacs. There's a few strange characters that become regulars at that time of night, and there are some interesting stories behind those people, but the only memorable experience that put a smile on my face was when a stripper came in to buy some sundries. She was wearing a very flowing short dress. As I rang her up at the register, those candies at the front captured her eye and she bent down to grab one. Hello! Her boobies popped right out! She apologized -- for what, I have no idea -- she made my dreary night on the graveyard shift pleasurable! :-) I wished there were more nights liked that there, but thankfully I ended that soon enough to return to the normal daylight world. Still, I wouldn't mind meeting that lass again.