Incident on the CAL. #1. I had picked up a then 11-year-old impressionable nephew at LAX and was returning to Mailibu. Left the 605 to the Santa Monica and hit an enormous back up just as we entered the underpass; crept along thinking we had an accident but after we cleared the tunnel, there ahead of us was a Lincoln Town Car and a 60-70 year old was standing in front doing his frontal business; his dowager looking wife (too ugly to be an "escort") in her ermine looking coat was sitting straight up looking ahead. My kid nephew gawked as we passed and said, "We don't do that in Chicago. We use the toilet." I said, "LA is a toilet."