Life will most likely never be the same.
This morning's Grape-Nuts-and-coffee ritual came to a stand-still as I sat, riveted, trying to digest the already-smudged newsprint:
"Residents in the 310 zone will soon have to dial four extra digits."
Add to this the evident trauma of Crack-Berry-Heads having to reprogram cellphones all over the Westside, and you soon realize that this will clearly result in all kinds of psychoses, disorders and phobias among the shrink-happy beach clan.
"I just never really thought of how much of an inconvenience this is going to be," said one unhappy resident.
"It's a nightmare," echoed another.
Luckily, the Redondo Beach Chamber of commerce is prepared. Their president pretty much sums it up:
"We're telling people, 'It's coming, it's coming. Are you ready?'"
It's obvious, people -- we're mere moments away from a complete melt-down. Quick! Grab your bottled Evian, Louis-Vuitton doggie carriers and run for the hills in your patent Manolos!
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